“Weet weet weet… Weet weet!”
I hear the little cricket screeching,
calling to the quietness in my heart.

1.
As the light of the lamp fades slowly,
time brings back my memories.
For in my sweet and lonely reverie,
A desire comes to me for some poetry.

2.
Left with the screeching of an insect
Which has become a friend
Quietly, in solemn patience, I wait
To the cricket’s call, I humbly listen

3.
And when the nights are lonely,
I stay grateful to God Almighty
for blessing me with this gift that makes all happy,
and for this little cricket that sings me a lullaby.