A Lonely Night Poem by Rishad Poonoor

Night is peace.
Dance with complete calm.
Create a resting rhythm.
I can still hear the moving sound of leaves.
Words can't sing their song.
Several previous cries
still reverberate through the lonely wind.
Night is the real wonder.
The true secret is that it occurs everywhere.
It is to relax, a way through the peace.
To enjoy the entire day with sighs
A lonely door to happiness
A cradle of rest in darkness
In a dark-blooming bed we lie.
Thinking about stars and a gleaming moon
Many of them had seen before. Still,
hope for tomorrow.
A refreshing calmness lies there.