When the day gets over,
Then starts the night,
With the day memories,
and slide flashing sights.
The day is so bright,
But the night is very quiet,
With the darkness of the light,
That glow the room white.
The day gives you pleasure,
But the night always treasures,
It treasures the dreams,
With the glimpse of a tiny beam.
A beam which is full of dreams.
The day is so busy,
And look at the night,
it is just the beginning,
of the glow of the moonlight.
The night is just so breezy,
Which makes you feel freezy,
As there is a pin-drop silence,
No one just dares to be violent.
The day brings you bright sunshine,
But the night is full of dark wine,
The wine which is a bit of mine,
Which is absolutely very fine.
The day is a way,
to carry all the birds away,
And the night is a flight,
To take it so delight.
Night has the power of silence,
Yet the day is not at all with violence,
Night is so beautiful sight,
With the lighthouse turning
on their yellow lights.
Night gives you the meaning of life,
Though day teaches you the early rise,
To be always wise,
And just be very precise.
Day teaches you
to just move on in life,
Yet night is not like that though,
It just takes you away with flow.
I know that night and day,
Just pass away,
As they are very cotradictory concepts,
to be able to stay.
Day tell us to stay,
But night doesn't allow it though,
As day is to pray,
And night is for right,
To think all over it complete...
©vibhuti
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