The Fading Night
The Fading Night
The night silently weaves
countless dreams,
firmly holding,
crisscrossing the silky
colourful threads of wishes,
decorates them with
sequins of hope.
Night fades,
dreams die,
hopes disappear in
busy traffic of life,
the scorching heat of
daylight snatches away all
the wishes and pleasure.
The sweaty smell of hard luck
chokes the free flowing thoughts,
the lurking
desires do appear somewhere;
But, in no time
with the fading night,
like the bubbles they pop
and disappear.