Sucharita Bhattacharya


Lover Of The Night

Beneath the windswept moonlit sky
The tranquil, cloudless autumn sky
The Night enrobed in purple hue
Sings a silent melody, and true
This voice, this song from lips unseen
Enchants my soul, this voice serene.
The murmurs from the trees tonight
Bespeak of the haunting charm of Night;
This nameless grace, it lingers still

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