The tight-lipped night only looks for an assuring repose
With the unspoken narratives being tired of a harsh day
Let anger be wiped off by the soft muslin night
Allowing the dew to settle on the rocks
There are millions of reflections of embellished firmament
Easier translating the hidden dreams
There is no more despair when sharing the failings
Night whispers in a dulcet tone
It’s time to relax; away from the boundaries of anxious moments
Looking at the stars for long is less of a chore
Compared to a dull staring at the interfering day
It’s a realisation!
Universe is as big as the imagination can wander
Life nestled here can afford to lean toward the night
~Amitav
