Poets & Poetry

Winter night

As the sun goes down at sunset,
The significant warmth of the day vanishes itself.
An occasional cloud splits apart leaving behind the red golden light,
And the magic show draws the curtain for the dark winter night.

The night begins with the dream that inspires me to grow;
Just like the waves that wet the shore.
The nightmares that hit my heart,
Will be forgotten as the day starts.

Again the morning turns to evening and then to night,
Days pass by looking at the same routine plight.