The Quite Night Poem by Ketan Hukare

The night was dark, soft and quite
Just a flying moon played with stars
Temple so big full of light
And houses so small, apart and far

Moon was disturbed for he saw wasn't good
Man treated man without any emotion
Where one stayed, one overate food
Most was wasted in the stone's devotion

But the night was still dark, soft and quite
All the life was fast asleep, dreaming
Some of food, some for money and might
As one everyone was dreaming

Some slept with hands in their purse
Some slept with hands apart as if tired
It seemed - Rich had boons, poor had curse
Some slept in villas; others in room hired

It wasn't the country of rich and poor
Rather of tired hearts and tired hands
Hands would live less and heart even fewer
But the night was still dark, soft and quite
So moon and the stars continued their play