That Night

I was standing alone that night

To assuage my mounted pain

To curb my unprecedented strain

In the battle of struggle, there was a single fight.

Stars were dazzling with glimmering oozes

The wind was blowing to find its destination 

And touching me softly to perish my affliction 

My meticulous efforts were there to explore the moon's presence.

There were ample silence and tranquillity 

Only leaves were rustling

Dews was apparently shining

Everything was like a panacea to my adversity. 

Suddenly someone's voice vanished everything 

That was the best gift of that night to digest sorrows 

My father gripped my hands and wiped off my rolling tears

On the blue bed, the moon and stars were smiling. 

His presence disappeared all anguish of my life

As he convinced my life is made of smile and strife.