Hungry And Thirsty Nights

I remember, those nights, being a kid

I used to wake up crying for food.

And those too, when my Mommy

Woke me up to study before the exam.

Which arisen the thirst of reading

As I grew up, the hunger of numbers

Went on perpetuating, resulting

Awaken nights bit lengthier.

And how blessed I was, to witness

Dark nights blossoming a bud into a flower.

I also lived the night, the darkest.

Which didn't allow to rest my soul?

The nights when I had been scratching

My head- what and how it went wrong.

Where pearls of thousand tears,

Incessantly flowing, made me Thirsty-

In the discovery of my own identity.

Nights, when Breezes of the joy of success

were blowing, the Unbeaten voice of mine

Kept making noise in my drowsing mind.

I learned, darker the night,

Brighter the next day I have.

Historically, the nights have always proved

To be Triumphant over the Days.