As the night arose,
So did the bitter dark,
In whose atmosphere could only be heard,
The howl and the wolf’s bark.
As the wind blew,
In the form of a gentle breeze,
It made eerie sounds,
As it blew through the pine trees.
Neither was the moon nor the sky,
Overcast by the pale clouds,
Under whose light,
Did the pack of wolves howl.
The whitish scar in the sky,
Or did it seem to be,
To whose sight I peacefully slumbered.
– Rajveer Nair
I wrote this poem in about 10 minutes, just like my some other poems. Hope you like it and do check out my other works too, as I post more of my works along with the passage of time.