The sky is thick , not a single star pops out,
The moon has a day off ; perhaps for a night
it has other places to shine..
The water still n placid , the gentle Breeze
tired by the days efforts ; has lost its breadth
with it its will too ,Its romance with the
water has ceased ; surprised!! its only nine..
The hills overpowering , the trees on its skin
vivid and vibrant , having played with the
sunlight the entire day are veiled..
The boats after their days efforts to
plough the placid lake are back fatigued
Would have to work again ;their days efforts
wasted with not much yeild..
I am sitting at the deck ,with freinds and
without them ; observant , analytical , injesting
all ; for i dont know? when to expect the night
to dawn on me and the sun never to rise again..
It will , It will , It shall happen someday
till then i am happy to set and rise again.