If night was not poetic, the rhythm of the universe like a cradle
If dreams were not embraced with love, settling for contented time
Listening to the murmurs of a sparkling brook like a happy traveler flows
Yes, it is preparation for the nighttime reverie; freedom to abandon the influences
An orb that pulsates with a divine soul, dazzles the eyes
Night is not darkness determined, a finely thought of existence
-Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 