Lamps In The Nights

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

The night in her loneliness

Seems to have lighted

Beauteous rows of the lamps

In her rivery courtyard.

The sky upholds a canopy

Of peace and the serene scene;

The hill raises his head high

Watching the flow in green.

The day is to be welcomed

With a celestial celebration

As he is carrying along

With many a precious gift—

Their lovely eyes all look up

Waiting in wintry fog and smog

For the morning rays to come

And kiss them cold to warm.

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