The reticence of the night-sky <br />gets whispered in the depth <br />of the oceanic lake. <br />With a glimmer of expression, <br />the tides portray <br />birth-root of the stars. <br />And the imagination of the pitch-black hour <br />spills in the ink-ful extravaganza <br />of a poetic thought. <br />A tale of centuries <br />looms large <br />in the grandeur of the infinite ambience. <br />And slowly, <br />the light of reason <br />spreads its prismatic carpet <br />as the sun rises in sublimity. <br /> <br />And all this voyage <br />of the night's imagination <br />wraps itself up. <br />and subdued, just twinkles and dies silently <br />with the last gleam of hopeful moonlight... <br /> <br />And thus wakes up the morn, <br />missing the delight that almost never was!<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tale-of-the-night/
