I wait so eagerly for you
as you disappear in morning,
waiting for the dawn that speaks
the conversation that is shinning.
The beauty of moon
and the stories of moth,
how wonder you are in
wearing the black nature’s cloth.
To the every children feeling
alone and frightened,
looking to you even their
tears get brighten.
Do you know the story
that tells about the distance so far,
It would be yours from the
morning to the evening star.
I was pondering in my bed
and I saw you lying alone,
looking at me with those
heavy winds being blown.
What it is that they
left you for sight,
or they just got lost
in the moon’s light.
Should I ask cloud
why even they don’t want to talk,
have you got no one
than just me to stalk.
I think you are a friend
who stays up whole night,
even sometimes early
I see you at my first sight.
The night is about to come
with the silence sinking,
the workmen are returning
from all their work and thinking.
The night is about to set
with all the cold stars,
the moths have started
gossiping of all the scars.
I ran all over the fields
to see the first sight of stars,
have been asking to the clouds
is it too far to the mars.
The birds singing happiness
and returning with joy,
the nests have been awaiting
with their little toy.
To the stars of strength
what took you so long,
I’m hear to talk those
pain to which I didn’t belong.
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