The dry glitter of stars, I see, <br />The diamonds, strewn in sky's garden, <br />Broken from the unseen thread, <br />Like thoughts, that move in my mind. <br />The moon baths me in its pale light, <br />The caressing touch, reminiscent- <br />Of my mother's touch, soothing, warm! <br />The wind, the cold unfeeling wind, <br />Blows past me, like- <br />The world, selfish and cold, <br />The world around me! <br />The rustling leaves, in- <br />The lonely hours of night, <br />Whisper stories unheard, <br />Of loss and agonies alone. <br />The dark night, with world <br />Covered in ever black shroud, <br />Sleeps; trial of the final one, <br />Whence I lay alone, mind awake. <br />I weigh the right and wrong, <br />The pain and loss, <br />Feeling, the pangs of agony, <br />Clawed in mind, afresh. <br />Me, the failed soldier, <br />A ship without mast, <br />Waits for the bliss of yet faraway sleep, <br />With hope, hopeless hope, <br />For the morrow, a bright happy morrow.<br /><br />Sreeja Sreedharan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-lonely-hours-of-night/
