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Uncountable desires

That flames the night

Trampled each morn

Broken pieces, gathered

Disposed, in an invisible bin..!

Night illuminated..

Somewhat alive..

Pulse tick, heart throb..

Morning comes to rob

All that the night dreams of...!

Night's eyes sparkle..

Like a glass full of wine..

Morning sun.. drab and dull..

Flashes only for a while..

On the wings of a soaring sea-gull !

As I stand alone, and see..

What the night has left in me...

Unsaid, unspoken thousand words..

Some of wishes, some of dreams..

Some speak only of love..

If told and heard in the dead of night..

Matters, to keep this soul alive..

That which morning washes in dismay..

Night will brighten it.. everyday... !

~Manjuri~