Still of the night
I can hear the very distant moan
Of the roaming breeze...
fades away lonely and lost
wasped in this darkest hour
I can see life flowing on, on and on
The night breathes along
Of shadows and stars
not many a times does this ecstacy
so familiar still a stranger
has a tryst with me
we sit together during the time
when we forget to yawn
wide awake to life
I surrender, to bygones, to todays and tomorrows
For I know this moment has its moment too
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