written sometime in class 11 after reading midnights children by salman rushdie...one of my fav books till date....
CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT
everyday when you're asleep,
some come to take me away,
to the woods that are dark and deep,
they know not night from day.
they don't ask me my name,
don't see the colour of my skin,
they do not care for riches or fame,
i was a stranger ,they took me in.
these creatures dwell in naivety,
its such a splendid sight,
when i am called upon to see,
the children of the night.
as they play around in bliss,
and they did not care for time,
the night comes by gives them a kiss,
puts and end to innocent crime.
though tis poem has no relation with the book but nevertheless the book made me write it...
Fri Aug 17, 2007 4:01 pm
