The clock strikes 10,
The stillness, the night
turning pitch dark turns
me sleepy
Brushing aside the slumber
I sit staring at the sky
absolutely black
with no stars twinkling.
it is great, I sense
a feel of tranquility
a sort of peace, one
of joy,
While the external grows
thicker in darkness
an enlightenment strikes
I straighten up in anxiety.
The perfect silence
instructs me to be modest,
moderate, not to succumb
to the chaotic bustle,I am in.
Meenas Poems 