Night
The great black dome; suspended above
Great Heavens looking down
Earth firmly nested in Nature's cove,
Wearing its ethereal black gown.
This enormous black cover faces us
The stars like its many eyes,
Clouds drifting by, vapour pus
This enormous blanket, colour of mice.
Pressing over the earth, a lightless veil
Unfathomable, even to the sharpest eye
Small lights flicker on, feeble, frail;
All dissolved in this great black dye.
This phenomenon, succeeding day,
The time whence all creations rest,
Night, as everybody doth say,
Birds firmly cooped up in their nest's.
Silence is its everlasting companion,
Sound itself becomes silent, paying homage.
Dark & Swooping comes the night,
Swallowing, engulfing all Light.
That which is unyielding and absolute,
Far beautiful, compared to day.
Not one, but many stars doth it yield
None can escape from it, there exists no shield.
The only witness being the heavenly stars above
Incomprehensible patterns etched above,
The power of Night nullifies them all,
Both at its rise and also at ts fall.
The antonym, equal, opposite to Day,
So powerful, keeps all Light at bay,
This beautiful temptress, eternal enchantress;
Adorns the earth, wrapped- a nightdress.
All the people in the world I ask thee
Look up into the skies and see
The stars and the lone Moon & ask them
'Whence the Night cometh and goes,
Beautiful and more powerful then you,
So graceful and seducing,
This dark lady - hail her- Night'.
- K. Aravind
15/11/2007
