Hold on to the thread of reason,
A little longer,
Just a little longer.
Imagine dawn.
How do you like your sky –
Blue, orange or golden?
Isn’t it a beauty?
But breathe this night,
The desolate moon, the sleepy stars.
Mourn its impending death.
Know in your heart,
That when the day grows too bright,
You will miss this quiet night.
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© Rasagya Kabra, March 4, 2012
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