A poem for a drum

Wakefulness is as broad as day
As night dances on a drumbeat.

At twelve of my night someone
Either weds or is just shrouded,

We are living age of spectacles.
Veil or shroud ,there is a drum

To beat on our midnight’s sleep
And a poem to celebrate drum.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s