On This Night
On this Night, I hear silent drums
Drums of sweet cacophony.
It's beat is like that of euphony.
This sounds so unusual.
But, it is common in the eyes of the common.
The drums per se, are rhythmic drums.
They call all aspects of life to herself.
Who dance the dance of time.
They danced lost, lost in thoughts.
The drummers couldn't stop drumming.
The dancers couldn't stop dancing.
I would have agreed to this.
But, I saw this with my eyes.
This appears so unusual
Because no spirit is behind this.
For they danced till dawn.
Weak, yet still drumming and dancing.
But, I saw this with my eyes.
This appears so unusual
Because no spirit is behind this.
For I have kept vigil for days.
Yet, they keep dancing.
The unexpected being the expected.
I wait to see the end.
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