Tryst With Night #1



All the nightsky,

comes alive

With the pangs

of a moment’s birth.


The intoxication of the new-born,

wraps the cosmos, with its drunken delight.

The candle of remembrance burns out.

Leaving behind,

a sweet fragrance of morrow.



Sleep the moon and the stars.

But the night stays awake in my eye.



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