The Night

I met a beautiful lady

Her name was 'Night'

She was the attractive empress

Wrapped up in a black dress

Darkness was her dominative personality

She was the beautiful reality.

Silence was her accessory she wore

Sleep was her spell

And I just adore.


Stars; her beautiful hair bands

And a moon in her hands

She was the empress

To whom her people wished

When one of her star band she missed.


She was silent lady.

But ....

her silence spoke something significant.

 She was the empress with love

 Her lullabies were soo deep

 Who made everyone to sleep.

 She was dark

 Brightened with moon and star light

 She was the empress

 Called 'NIGHT'

 Not bustled like her husband 'DAY'

 people feared to her

 "Oh Jesus" they pray.

 Unlike her husband

 She was alone;

 Leaving silence in her path

 Darkness was her only black Bath.

 I heard from the people

 "Night is for dead ones"

 That makes humans afraid of her.

 After a long silence

 She said

"People who died are living me

 And the livings are dead

 They just jump with

 Frustration and tension on their bed

With day's tension on their head"

After a long silence she said.

Day has light

But empress is the 'NIGHT'

Try to live the night

Your day will be bright

Because

He is her husband

 and the wife is the 'NIGHT'

 

"Dead are living

 And livings are dead"

 After a long silence she said.