Night

Long after the sun had left the sky, 

On a street, a sage and his boy walked by...

Aimlessly walking, with no plans ahead,

The sage, shaped by time, now said,

"This is the beauty of every night, 

So dark yet it is so bright!"

The boy looked at sky overhead,

Although puzzled, he boldly said,

"So dark and dead is every night,

With hopeless roads and deserted sight

The helpless birds don't dare to fly, 

As darkness rules over the sky

The moon and stars are on a run, 

Waiting for the long lost sun

Silence is heard everywhere, 

Until the wind haunts the air

What could possibly be so bright,

About the dark and lifeless night?"

Knowing it was wrong, What the boy had said,

The wise sage smiled and then explained,

"Night is dark, but not dead,

Looking at the sky, the sage said

Night is that heavenly breeze, 

Night is that godly peace,

Night will surely pave a way, 

For all those helpless, lost in day.

The birds don't go for a flyby, 

As they are busy glaring at the sky

Then moons and stars all sail by, 

Lighting the dark sea called 'sky'.

One can't see night, but only feels,

That how its beauty gradually heals. 

Like the mother's love for everyone, 

Like the hope, without the sun

Before the wise sage could proceed, 

The boy inspired, took the lead,

Glaring with brightly lit eyes

He said looking into the skies, 

"This is the beauty of every night, 

So dark, yet it is so bright!"