Wednesday, April 7, 2010

the Day left her on her own
with the promise of return to tomorrow,

frozen tears in her longing eyes
fills my heart with sorrow,

Beautiful Night, let me comfort you in my eyes
sleep there, till the dawn of morrow...

the Gulmohar tree with leafless branches
blooms with a thousand tinkling stars
worry not lovely Night,
He has only gone to Mars!

you will run now to search for him
and lo! you will be gone when he comes looking for you tomorrow...

beautiful Night!

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