I listen in the quiet of the night to a faraway chirping of a bird. <br />She too awakes like me and I try to understand her austere song. <br />'Where's my Sweetheart and he's late tonight? <br />He promised me to bring sweetcorn, <br />Something happened to him or he flew in a wrong direction to some other roost? <br />I believe you and pray that you'll be all right, <br />And don't fly in the awful night. <br />I am awake till dawn until your safe return. <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to the poetess Indira. Babbellapati<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hypochondria-2/
