PHAGUN: THE NIGHT'S WAIL

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The Banyan twigs

broke the night's silence:

mysterious howls

of the Phagun

encouraged 

her night's wail,

and she woke up!

"Huh! Will it ever end?"

...

deaths and hunger

numerous,

troublesome wails

furious,
the moon half-soaked in

the air, 
all so wild and chaotic

just like the honeybees

lost in their little trips!

She decided

to stay awake,

avoid nightmares,

seizures,

and not think awhile.

She knew

she wasn't desperate

but was void of words

for herself, for friends:

unbelievable how times
had changed!

She stayed still.

The howls started

to enthrall her, 

the night seemed

so friendly ne'er.
Was it the druggish Phagun?
...

The feeble coos

of the pigeons

welcomed the Phagun.

This Phagun wasn't different:

creation's elements

conspired not to wail,

but, to sincerely convey:

Wait for your Spring

just like 

you wait for your morning!