veeraiyah subbulakshmi

The little flowers at night,
Blinking and twinkling in delight,
A garden above our heads,
Disappears when the day awakes,
No one waters, cares and nurtures, ,
To bloom again at dusk,
Never wilted or strained,
no fragrance with limited hues,
Stay and smile afresh,
with no stalks and leaves.