After surviving through a day’s struggle and toil
I lay there in my sanctum, safe and secure
About to drift to Morpheus’ kingdom
When my peace was disrupted by a pummel on the door
I trudged towards the door, surprised and bewildered
But on opening it, I found neither a beast nor soul
except the moon swimming through the clouds
And the nightingale humming over a field plowed.
I stood there admiring the chilled winter night
as the wind swept over my face
Taking with it all the weariness and pain
Relieving my mind from all the blain,
Reposed by it, I sat on the floor
Forgot about that strange rap on the door.
May be nymph it was, or a wandering soul
Treading through the fields, which hath come across my abode
But the pleasant blowing breeze,so soothed my heart
And the nightingale’s voice filled with such charm
robbed all my cognizance, of the bygone night
When i opened my eyes, the sun on the sky shone bright.