Night is enormous,
I am prosaic,
Counting the stars
In my sleepless night.
Nature is quiet and calm,
As if my beloved spreading
Out her just drenched hairs.
Sleepless night is my companion,
The sky, the stars, the moon
Are all awake like me.....
Oh Life! Let me go to my Lord!
Your burden I can't bear now.
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Counting the stars in sleepless night is amazing really. This is nice way to forget sorrow and gaining calmness from silence. Brilliantly penned poem is shared...10