The Night - Poem by Shouvik Roy
I lie with the night,
In-numerous stars above me,
Saying hello, waving goodbye,
For the darkness is ready for the dawn,
But I still wait, as the hope tells me
That the magic is yet to begin
But the night knows better,
And shuts herself off, without
Making a passionate love.
The stars betray and go away,
And make way for the sun to come,
When I am asleep,
When I am dead.
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