The cricket has just opened a window,
In my ears, to darkness  on other side.

Crickets open their sounds to our ears
And are sole windows to night sounds.

Their song gives motion to dark sound
As happens in the leaves around bird.

Bird gets up at midnight to flap wings
And gets back to old Siberian dreams.

Darkness is sound from cricket’s throat
Till vanquished by morning crow-caw.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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