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Sky Of A Night And We

Sky Of A Night And We

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Can't you write a sky of night, like this 

As we are here, one time more, 

Please?'

She asked me one day, 

When we were lying on the grass

Under the sky with stars twinkling luminous,

I looked at the sky and those glittering things

And thought how for ages they did bring

Amazement to us mortals living on earth,


I thought of human struggles and existence 

And so many poems and plays and prose,

Of writings eulogizing God and Goddesses,

Of stories which spoke of Love that could inspire,

Millions to go in search of life,

She knew I was thinking and having a travel

By mind to distant places, those valleys, and Hills, 


She knew perhaps what did I then really feel,

So she waited with ancient patience

Written on her face, her eyes deep and calm,

I was thinking of roads and lanes and streets

Which have I walked through only to meet

Her and our days and our nights,

I was thinking of journeys to the woods,

Of stumbling upon a brook,

Of coming across blooming Rhododendrons,

And also of those wonderous lakes

Where swans floated like white objects of art,


I was thinking of varied images that the world to us had brought,

'Are you thinking of going to any particular place?'

She asked me, after a long pause, silence when wrapped us more like the cool night dense,

'Yes,' I finally ventured to give a reply,

'I was thinking of a cottage built somewhere

At the hills, overlooking a Valley green

With flowering tulips and juicy berries,'

I said, gradually turning wakeful from the trance 

That made me to ruminate and to mentally write 


Words, arranged with care, placed side by side,

She got the cue perhaps,

Of the place from my spoken words

And unspoken expressions,

'It might be somewhere near Ranikhet,

Or Kaushani,

And it might be the onset of a sweet winter,

When the mist and fog would start to descend softly

Upon valleys there'

She remarked,

I looked up at the night sky,

The stars were twinkling there alright,

And I thought there was nothing more 

Could I hanker after, at that moment?


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