Days and nights went by silently within the river of time. Calm moon and bright night, the breeze danced gently around me while I curled with the lap of the greatest woman under stars. The crickets happily played their renown little forest march, with brigades of frogs and other fellows of the night.
I was yet to see the world, but I could imagine, there is no better place and time for a great poem to born under heaven, like here and now.
But I refrained myself from creating one.
No matter how genius this baby, which is me, I would not let this wonderful night wasted by creating just a magnum opus.
The lullaby of a mother.
The sweetest ambrosia for the thirsty little soul.
On my mother’s lap, within her warm embrace, the melody gave a mysterious yet soothing sensation.
I knew a night should be a chilly time for most people, but at this moment, I felt – the summer just everlasting.Read more