A quiet evening tainted,
with the subtle melody of
the running water.
And the wave of the tree in the gentle breeze,
as dusk falls, and night arrives
in her peaceful doom.
Afar, the melodious voice of the Adhaan
lulls thousands of willful worshipers
into prostration.
And somewhere, a girls
lets the shutter fall, as she prepares to live through the night,
in the perfectly pressed pages of a book,
where the warmth haven't said it's goodbye.
A chapter in the incomplete book of life gains a full stop,
Another full of uncertainty holds on to an empty face,
and as darkness prevails, a little bit is written,
and some parts torn away to be hidden; The night weakneness.
