Hushed is the night
In a chariot,the gentle moon rides
Elated, in the stillness of the night.
Mesmerised
Are the glittering stars,
Not few,but infinite..
In awe
Of their unison,
Effulgent and content too,
Now, The sky.
Gratified seeing the accord,
I asked,
Will you visit her discreetly tonight?
Her radiance might astound you!
Such is my love's demeanour
Utmost and divine..
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Hushed is the night
In a chariot,the gentle moon rides
Elated, in the stillness of the night.
Mesmerised
Are the glittering stars,
Not few,but infinite..
In awe
Of their unison,
Effulgent and content too,
Now, The sky.
Gratified seeing the accord,
I asked,
Will you visit her discreetly tonight?
Her radiance might astound you!
Such is my love's demeanour
Utmost and divine..
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