Beauty Of The Still Night Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

I am the soul, with a feast of lights
I am the stream, flowing with ease
Streaming with songs.
The sun of eternal light, I hold in my soul.
The night of twinkling delight
is lit with a feast of stars,
that I behold in the sky, my soul holds.

The dew of night sits on my lips,
Glistening drops in the still dark,
The tender flow, and freshness flowers
in my soul in the quiet hour.
Peace flows gently in my deep.

The divine sweets now bloom in full,
In the heart of dark, a mystery unfolds,
What was raggy, turned into a rose.
There I find, the seed of joy, a new opening,
Like waves, it rushes, longing for me.

Around me, a music I hear,
Deep among the woods.
The leaves stir, rustling to my ears.
In my depths, the light flows,
and I too, hold the dew of joy,
the tender glitters in the still dark.

Gathering the laughter in my soul,
Fully I flower, deep inside.
The dew of heaven watered my soul.
This I offer at the altar of God,
A flower forming in my depths.














.....Jayita Bhattacharjee