Moonlit Serenade In the quiet of the eve With the cold breeze flow Holding hands of her moonlight Walking with her glow The moon shone brighter Blacking the horizon stunned The stars jealous of charisma When she outshined the sun Gods from the heaven Disguised as rain, descend down To touch the elegant skin Of the beauty of the town. The trees bend greeting The wind flirting with her The soil kissing her feet The mist making it blur We stop, stand eye to eye hand in hand, neared our distance, And confessed that she is The meaning of my existence. She then pulls me nearer And our lips caress together I too began glowing when Quiet went the weather Without saying another word We just strolled ahead The night itself shut her eyes As our radiance began to spread…
In the long path of human history, we have witnessed and learnt about the very humble beginnings, to the unique urge of humans to innovate, leading to progress and evolution. On the shining and proud pavement of the timeline, there lie some pits. Pits which show humans as the worse for the planet. In those pits, lie pests, who were once known to be lethal. Dirt, the filth of the bad time. And lies some water, water of records, articles, books, literature; Poetic Water ... This water reflects the stories of the time of these pits. Some pits, WW1 and 2, Jalianwallah Bagh Massacre, Spanish Flu, The Great Depression etc, have a great amount water in them. The literature describing these periods are infinite! In the swamp of the pit of HOLOCAUST , I would like to add another drop... My poem, The Black Smoke, shares true events and instances molded into a story. The story of an innocent, kind, yo...