YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL NIGHT
Sometimes, I watch over the night,
I find the sky too frail,
Bushes of stars peeping, each other house,
I follow the path, to its next,
My determined thoughts twinkle, in the small mind.
I realise, I am not alone.
Darkness around, makes me fear,
Atop the heart I ride,
Breezy wind touch my face,
I could feel the way it has gone,
And still i scale at the beautiful night.
Behind every night there is a new morning, people say.
But I find this an entire lie,
After the morning there is a night,
Is this the old night or a new one?
I am yet to discover.
And still I enjoy the night,
Young and beautiful night.
27TH MARCH-1ST APRIL, 2004
WEEKEND REVIEW
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