White Nights of Summer in Saint Petersburg, when for a whole week sun never sets, are like a festival of light, created by the Nature itself. People just leisurely amble on the beach, never going to bed…It is the lover’s paradise
White Nights
White were the NightsPristine, like our Youth
And the Sun never sat:
It would blush, turn crimson,
Go down the horizon
Take a dip in the Baltic Sea
And come out again in minutes-
This time Golden Pinkish tinge-
And the Evening would blend
Seamlessly with the Dawn
Pass from one light into another in a blink…
We never slept on those nights.
The summer was awesome, in full bloom
In the town of Saint Petersburg…
We were lovers and strolled
The whole night, hand in hand
Crossing one bridge after another
Bridging over the gaps between
Our tender hearts
‘Till we flowed, like the river,
Smooth and silvery bright…
The ripples were many hues of twilight
The myriads of feelings merged together
To fill our souls forever-
We were one like the waters.
The Sun never sat on our hearts
And we’re bathed in the perpetual glow
of the silvery White Nights…
Those nights of St. Petersburg
Were witness to many loves,
Like our glorious first love…
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
23.06.2007
Image: Lamanosov Bridge, Saint Petersberg, Russia.
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2007-10-17 at 05:38
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