I love this hour,
When the moon
Makes love to the night sky,
Stars chat with each other
And I get comfortable with
The loneliness & hurricanes
That continue to rattle me.
I love this hour,
When there is
Just blank longing
For a reply from you.
I love this hour,
When the sun goes down
And the sky,
Romances with the colours.
I love this hour,
When children are taught,
Incomprehensible equations,
In the name of success
And not passion.
I love this hour,
When dreams are,
Put at stake
Under the fear
Of making ends meet.
I love this hour,
When the clock strikes 12
And the date changes
Without an ounce of change.
I love this hour,
When screams are validated
For injuries & not wounds
Where tears are legitimate
For sorrow & not for heart aches.
I love this hour.
When the moon
Makes love to the night sky,
Stars chat with each other
And I get comfortable with
The loneliness & hurricanes
That continue to rattle me.
I love this hour,
When there is
Just blank longing
For a reply from you.
I love this hour,
When the sun goes down
And the sky,
Romances with the colours.
I love this hour,
When children are taught,
Incomprehensible equations,
In the name of success
And not passion.
I love this hour,
When dreams are,
Put at stake
Under the fear
Of making ends meet.
I love this hour,
When the clock strikes 12
And the date changes
Without an ounce of change.
I love this hour,
When screams are validated
For injuries & not wounds
Where tears are legitimate
For sorrow & not for heart aches.
I love this hour.
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