No, my night. Please don't

My night, you are the succour to the tired

The bewitching goddess for the fatigued

Where the fake stars accept their sham at your altar

You, the calm witness to the struggles of the spirit

You, the bold company of the lonely souls

And you my night, why do you chase the Sun?

The lowly Sun that only bestows fake masks

The inhibitions of timidity are all what the Sun presents

Sun is a world different from yours

Curious you may be; but chasing the Sun for what?

What has the Sun got that completes the night?

The Sun is what devours your soul

Undoes every bit of peace you caressed

The breeze you tendered becomes a brickfielder

The shams you undressed again get decked up

Isn't it below your essence to chase such a fraudster?

The sinners of the day don’t deserve your love

The respect of your friends; does it count for nought

For, what is a night that surrenders to a day

Chase, if you must. Chase the depths of your soul

Where is your self-respect? My dear night.

My heart cries for you my night!