Night, you are so beautiful, quiet, serene and peaceful
I can spend a lifetime gazing at your stars looking for the departed souls
When your moon is in all its glory and stars keep winking for attention
Lover gets moonstruck, strong becomes romantic and even the mighty turns emotional
and the poet sits alone tipsy, while tired farmer sleeps dreaming of a bright new day
Why they do wrong things during nights? Why did they give you a bad name?