Death Hugs Me Every Night Comments
My Muse, why do you confuse?
When I try to be a poet—
Then, like a poem you use
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O my Love, when I love you, You become a dream— I lost in profound blue - - - - - - pretty pretty lines
'I listen and sing and dance with hope, Till baby sun born- With fear my evil trepidation elope' - Now that you are no more, the sounds so prophetic!
I listen and sing and dance with hope, Till baby sun born- With fear my evil trepidation elope.... Nice poem bro......thanks for sharing :)
I listen and sing and dance with hope, Till baby sun born- With fear my evil trepidation elope Death haunts, but hope provides.Truly life is a mediation between fear and hope.
The little death of sleep, and resurrection with the dawn. Beautiful poem, Aftab. Thank you for sharing. Peace
A beautiful poem on a poet's experience at night until dawn breaks and another day begins with bird's holy tune and Krishna's fife. It is a wonderful poem, I enjoyed very much. Thank you poet Aftab Alam for sharing this.
Love becomes a dream and death hugs at every night. Beautiful combination. Nice imagery makes this wonderful.
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8/16/2025 7:52:32 PM # 1.0.0
A passing phase of life. Who knows when and how.