Another night fall caves in
With the last streaks of the dead Sun withering out.
A night fall of no norms again!
In the dim light of the room I watched her eyes
They had a shine that was of norms very personal.
A night fall of no nostalgic flavours yet!
In the middle of my sleep I saw her sweet smile
It had the charm of an oasis amidst the desert of my nightmare.
A night fall of no exact dimensions indeed!
I know the boundaries of a small day-
I feel every night fall to be a small den thereof.
And I take refuge in its mistress`s embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem