Slowly Close Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Slowly clsoe
Saturday,30th March 2019

The night is dead silent
and presents a gloomy picture
the sleep is not sure
and restless eyes stare

everything comes to a standstill
and kills total activities
even birds take refuge
and refuse to come out of the nest

what magic has he done?
the peace in the mind has gone
I search for his company
and wish a safe return form an almighty

I was a free bird
loitering in the sky with chirping words
no worry for anything
but now I am carrying only anxiety

I stay awake
and shake the head in disbelief
it provides no relief
I close the eyes for a brief time

Hasmukh Mehta