Whispers of the Night: A Poem by Prakash Nagarajan

Rustle of trees, whisper forgotten songs,
Of eras unremembered, for ages too long,

Crackle of leaves, beneath soft treading feet,
Revive buried memories, of ancient surreptitious meets,

Inky skies reveal, more than they hide,
Apparitions turn real, watch over an’ guide,

Shadows come alive, its appearances may though belie,
For all you deny, know it’s no lie,

Fluttering of bats, hooting of owls,
Chirping of crickets, awakens the soul,

No, the night is never silent, in volumes does it speak,
But can ne’er be heard, until one keenly seeks!