Memories of the night die hard

The silent angels of the beautiful night,

sing a merry song in my ears,

their beauty can never be seen but forever felt.

the chill breeze soothes my body,

and the delightful night is like a huge shelter

from the sparkling rays of the sun.

When every body are in their dreams,

I sit observing the silent night,

with its own profound serenity.

The glazing moon at its best,

which imparts silvery light in the dark night,

is breathtakingly endearing.

I would relish this memory in my heart,

which can never become distant in mind

of the time I spent in the silent night.