THE NIGHT SKY

                                                 
            The day goes gliding down,   
             On the western  horizon, 

            Carrying  its glorious lamp, 

             And all its warm sunshine. 

           The Earth looks down wearied,
           With the onset of dark shadows,

            And the world retires to bed,

            Putting stop to day's labour. 

      
   

              But those who keep awake, 
             Shall watch a sublime tableau,
             Of celestial bodies above,
              In the star-spangled stage. 

               Where those tiny diamonds, - 
               Scattered from end to end 
              Play hide-and-seek all night, 
              Twinkling in that vast playground.

               Ever watched in the night sky - 
              That unique pageant of beauty?
               Ever waited for a shooting star -                 
               For the grant of a wish, secretly?       

                 As often as time permits,
                I gaze at this endless treasure,
                Feeling blissful and mesmerized,
               Spell-bound by a divine glamour!