Night

Night is not the moon-filled silvery Night Night is not the star-filled glittery Night Night is not the evil-filled eerie Night Night is not the death-route of deadly Night Night is not the war-filled shuddery Night Night is not the cloud-filled dull gloomy Night Night is not the rain-filled shivery Night It is the burning wick of the bright Day Unseen in the luminance of the Day It's to get cooled the resting bed for Day And to get healed the scathed body of Day It's the lounge for every toiling hot Day That we so meet a cool morn the next Day That we so feel cool and free the next Day