You can listen to even a pin drop
It gets so serene
As the night matures
The beauty multiplies
And the sky become more dark
With every passing by second
May it be the curve of the Moon
Everything is so fascinating
That they never seem to be so far
Who chose the color for Sky
Which, with a little light from moon
Changes the essence of night
Or the twinkle of stars
Hail the Lord!!!
It lasts and waits
For the sun to rise
After all it’s the darkness of night
Because of which the morning glorifies
the blue surreal 