Night's Might

Whenever night comes, I do empty my worries Till the next dawn of another day for music- Listening to its pleasure in meter and rhythm; Work out on papers while driving all thoughts a lorry... Thinking of who created thought in its simple plight When designation form its shape to writing pieces: Which beautifies memories of heart's running stream Where loneliness swims in care and cheer. Why will I stay in prison? When the door is so wide open To the precious silent moments of the night Where thinking can bring joy And ease the pressure in meditation corner to store The best way challenges are tackled for living Night fans the smoke of my desires to flame And there, I receive visions to own the future.