Surprises of Night

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


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