On Reading Hasmukh Amathalal’s – Dead Night’s Poem by Angelina Pandian

Dear Sir, I prefer much to differ
'Even flowers feel shame and not boom,
All wrong doings done at night, '
Haven't you seen all the flowers
That bloom at night are purest white
Starting from everyone's favourite Jasmines!
Dead Nights - No, Sir, you and I are here
Because of our parents love at night!
To share the burdens of the whole day
Forget one's troubles and sleep
To dream and hope for future bright
Nights are the sweetest time given
By God to men, I hope and revere
The night and the life that flows from it.
Sir, no offence to your poem or thoughts
You wrote it out of your thoughts
Five fingers differ in one palm
So, here’s what stuck me on first thought!
[Thanks for inspiring my thoughts]