The Winter Night Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

The winter night
Covered with the thick blanket of dews,
Waits outside my window
Hoping to get the first glimpse of the Sun!

Last night, I had smelt
Blooming of a thousand lotus,
I was mesmerized to hear
My beloved playing a Veena,
With her nimble fingers
While creating a Raga for life.

The memory of the night lingers
And I find, opening the window,
The Sun extending His hand
Using the medium of soft rays;
Receiving the new dreams
I feel recharged with hopes for the day.