Night descends on my dim terrace, and stealthily crawls into my room,
The glistening stars on the firmament weave dreams,
I whisper wayward fancies to myself, and
And strange, nameless shadows hear them all, it seems…
The crescent moon peers through window-pane,
And winks at me, I stare at it in awe,
My weary body seeks repose, heavy-eyed, I usher slumber to overpower me…
Yes, I wait for tomorrow to come…but will these long hours ever come to an end??
I sleep and sleep, yet the night seems to perpetuate itself…
The velvety darkness about me stir my unquiet dreams, unfetter my thoughts,
The placid darkness…drapes me in its silk-like attire,
The winds sing a somnolent melody,
And the zinnia blossoms are lulled to sleep…
The night narrates curious fables, hoary tales of love, betrayal and passion…
I listen to them half-heartedly, my attention swaying to and fro
Quiet contemplations soon give way, I don’t know whence they come and go…
I summon my own angels, aren’t they said to wander freely at the wee hours??
I keep fighting my own devils, trying to wrench myself free from their evil powers…
Waiting and waiting…
When would the vermillion rays dispel the darkness,
And herald a new horizon??
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