Night Night

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Like a vampire, 
night swoops down. 
Temple bells ring. 

I am happy― 
not to invoke any god. 
Crickets share my muse. 

The tall minarets, 
stand erect in dark. 
Muezzin gives a call. 

My friends long 
dead, would come and 
talk ceaselessly.