In the constant strife between
ageing day and the young night,
Why is it that it is always the
seemingly weak night succeeds
Alas! why does the dominant day give in
Why do things change their course
and people soften their pace.
Why is this breeze braver than in the morning
isn't it covering the distance of 2 days in an evening
I see fireworks trying to steal the thunder
But poor does it know that its not even a hinder in the evenings splendor.
Why do I, penning this poem on the top of my terrace,
fear when I hear someone approach.
Why do I close my book and hide the pen
and pretend as if I am an astronomical observer
Why are these clouds giving me a thunder
asking me to get under a roof and wonder.
Finally, I discovered how I had blundered
by scolding the night which gave me this picturesque at yonder.
ageing day and the young night,
Why is it that it is always the
seemingly weak night succeeds
Alas! why does the dominant day give in
Why do things change their course
and people soften their pace.
Why is this breeze braver than in the morning
isn't it covering the distance of 2 days in an evening
I see fireworks trying to steal the thunder
But poor does it know that its not even a hinder in the evenings splendor.
Why do I, penning this poem on the top of my terrace,
fear when I hear someone approach.
Why do I close my book and hide the pen
and pretend as if I am an astronomical observer
Why are these clouds giving me a thunder
asking me to get under a roof and wonder.
Finally, I discovered how I had blundered
by scolding the night which gave me this picturesque at yonder.
