Slowly the jarring voices die down,
Colours of the twilight fade away,
There comes a soothing serene calm,
Calming my senses, taking away pain.
Music of nocturnal beings I hear,
Chirping of crickets or owls hoot,
Sometimes a group of foxes are heard,
Complaining to lovely careless moon.
When tiring hectic day is over,
My aching frame I lay on the floor,
And watch the stars that hole the sky,
Wonder how our destiny do they control!
Now I wait for sweet sleep to ascend
Wiping off gruesome day’s fatigue ,
Wafting me to an angelic land of dreams,
Where laughter and glee are in a league.
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