The Nox


 In the night 

full of delight,



The moon is like a flower

and the stars

that always empower.

The night's shine

Enhancing the pine.




The stars are shining

with all their might,

In the darkness

spread left and right.

Quite my streets 

As well my town,

And my music

That makes me drown.





The colorless world

with beautiful insight,

There lies an emerald

Shining overnight.

Now it's time to

turn off the lights,

And to say

a sweet good night.




The following poem written by me is also published in the anthology "SIDRA" compiled by Ayushi Anand Shah under Dream World publications. (Tap on the above word SIDRA to get a hardcopy of the book)
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