She is bright
in her dusky visage
Eloquent with
her silent smile
The evening blushes
with innocence
Aware not of
what makes her awkward
Other than the
aura of her soft charm.
The heat of the
day still simmers
Within the swooping
lid of the night
Just before the
eventual plunge into dark
The twilight
tugs at the soothing night
By diving her
sight in the silvery grass
Seeking from
where the rustle whispers
Her eyelashes
cover the ring of her sight
After many an
hour of deep rumination
She pulls the
strings to beckon pouring stars
They spray the
dreams in color filled eyes
When she decides
to open her eyes
The Creator conjures up a fresh morn
And awaits her
magic in dusk again.
Delhi
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