Sunday, December 14, 2008


Standing at a cool lonely bight,
It seems me an adorned wight,
Which always prove itself right,
And survives the darkened fight.

Orchard of scattered stars' light,
Flowing as diminishing and bright,
Unique are those vast delight,
Who come in the cozy twilight.

No word is left with me to dight,
Presented by it a beautiful sight,
Thus hold strong grip very tight,
& in the end comes always might.

Anupam fortunate to welcome night,
B'coz it always pave way for light.