Of late, I’ve been too busy,
Gazing at the stars at night.
My preoccupation with darkness,
Has unarguably dimmed the light.
At night, I see twinkling stars,
And beautifully scattered particles.
And I turn back suddenly,
When, due to the wind, my book riffles.
I close the book and keep,
A crystal on top of it.
Then I resume staring at the sky,
The light goes off; a candle is lit.
I turn on the soothing music,
And plug in earphones to listen.
Such a beautiful combination of soft music,
The beaming moon, and stars that glisten.
But there’s something missing,
And the lovely cloud drops a shower.
It completes my ninety percent,
Yet the night is still sour.
I can only wish and imagine,
That you’d grace this night.
But I can only wish – not beget,
Oh dear! Such is my plight.
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