The Night

By Shweta Chaudhary

The road is numb

and the trees still.

The sky dazzles

today, at its will.

The mountains are dark,

and the night pale, dim.

A dog somewhere barks

and the folks swept in dreams.

The night invites

in silence, tempting!

Warm are her hands

of memories as she sings.

As years pass by,

so gently it stings.

By Shweta Chaudhary