My night sky
It's my night sky,
Where blacks sketch their denigree
And cleanse the dirty path;
Satans and demons burn their heart.
Surrounded by the people with sneering faces,
Moulded by the wrong ideas and thoughts,
It's my night sky.
I decide where to go and where to stop.
Patches of cloud are seen floating,
But they are not pouring rain.
Migratory birds are still flying;
Hollow and empty men find their way.
Reverend stars, whom we worship,
And we illuminate our life
By the touch of eternal silence.
So, millions of civilizations open their gate.
It's my night sky,
Where atrocity vanishes
And vagabonds rise and shine,
As it is a home of fairy tales.
Copyright © Talal Uddin | Year Posted 2025
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