The night-
Young, restless and trembling like a bride
Waited for darkness to envelop her in its arms
She paused, bedecked, flaunting all her charms
Paler, and paler, with impatience she grew
Spotlights of torches glowed on her cheeks
The lights that embraced her were still far and few
They sought her, as plants, sunlight, seek.
Her flush of anger noticeable to all
Was reflected anew by the colours of the sky
The sun – a frightened and now subdued ball
Sank out of sight with a deflated sigh.
Victorious, delighted and quiet, as she’d won
She languorously gave in to the caresses of the dark
Around her neck, myriad lights twinkled
Reflected, afresh, by the pool in the park.
The stars winked at her – defy us if you can
Companions of yours, we’ve been and will be
The night kept quiet – they were way too far
To snatch the dark from her – they had no proper key
Suddenly, darkness was chased away from night
The intruder – a luminous glow spread around
She smiled – she shed some more light:
She – the moon – over night had been crowned.
Night held her peace – she knew that the moon
Would reign fifteen days, and then hide her rays
The other 15 days she’d consider a boon
For darkness would draw the veil over her face
So patiently, calmly, she went on her way
She knew she and darkness would always stay together
Nothing could keep them forever apart
No being had the might to split them asunder.