The Night Sky
The night sky sways,
Like a cobra
And ensnares me in its web
Bidding me to dream of
The eyes of the one who waits for me
In a heavenly abode
Too magnificent for me to even dream of!
The night sky lays itself out
And recounts to me
Of endless poetic odes,
All written in love drenched ink and
Each one more melting than the other
Having me glide down in ecstatic lanes
Breathless,
At the mere thought of how deep
Must be the eyes of my own love poet!
In its silence,
I hear its songs being played,
Solely for me,
Songs so empowering that they push
Strength in my lonely heart
Bidding me to want to live, even if
Neither this world nor this life
Shall ever be mine!
The night sky hides from me
That which I yearn for,
My love, whose deep and dark eyes
Reflect the bottomless fathoms
Of the abyss in which I was thrown in,
And in its shades
Do I passionately wish to indulge
In uncontrolled acts of sin
So that the love that flows from me
And the one that gets thrust in me
Reaps the admiration of one and all
Merely by just being recounted of it!
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