The night is normal, devoid of any flicker,
The darkness is silent like the deepest grief of heart.
The drops of the moon that'd fallen on the floor,
Nowhere to be seen as they left no remnants
Rest of the moon turned into stars,
They traversed the universe, looking for her
They returned blank, but failed to learn
That she is in the rays, shattering from the sun
But vanishing on the way, not finding her trail.
Those reaching to earth, brightening the day.
But I can not realise, as my night is eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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