Whispers Of The Night Poem by Faruk Ahmed Roni

A bird calls to me in the deep of night,
I stand quietly on the balcony, bathed in moonlight.
Your memory, a secret within my heart,
I hold it close as silence plays its part.

The stars gather, the moonlight sways,
Waves of silver dance in the night's embrace.
Cool winds hum a melody soft and sweet,
The bird's call carries me to where memories meet.

Through its song, I wander those paths once ours,
Where your touch lingered like dew on flowers.
You're gone, yet it feels you're still near,
In the quiet shadows, your whispers I hear.

The bird calls again, and it's as if you say,
'I still dwell in your heart, I've never gone away.'
Its voice becomes yours, soft and aglow,
A touch of light in the night's silent flow.
Whispers of the Night

A bird calls to me in the deep of night,
I stand quietly on the balcony, bathed in moonlight.
Your memory, a secret within my heart,
I hold it close as silence plays its part.

The stars gather, the moonlight sways,
Waves of silver dance in the night's embrace.
Cool winds hum a melody soft and sweet,
The bird's call carries me to where memories meet.

Through its song, I wander those paths once ours,
Where your touch lingered like dew on flowers.
You're gone, yet it feels you're still near,
In the quiet shadows, your whispers I hear.

The bird calls again, and it's as if you say,
'I still dwell in your heart, I've never gone away.'
Its voice becomes yours, soft and aglow,
A touch of light in the night's silent flow.