If the night is so enchanting
What would the morning be like!
A celebration of blessed reunion
Or a dowsed ember morning.
Fondness of yesters has come alive.
Unaware of inveigled longings.
What has taken eons and fate,
Would it pass by, as silent nothing?
If the night is so enchanting
What would the morning be like!
Longings wish to find utterance.
In verses that wish they had been written.
Yearnings long to find sustenance
In what seems unreal, evanescent.
If the night is so enchanting
What would the morning be like!
Close to dawn a blessed somnolence.
Put to rest the storm within.
The white shroud that it wore,
Was my vague love wrap from the yore.
If the night was enchanting,
Morning was somnolent and sweet.
I slept with fond dreams.
Smitten, cold and smelling of you.
-Pushkar Gunjan
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