I was writing a piece,
And it came to my mind,
That what if it's not happening the way I intended to and so I wrote a few words, scribbled them and here it goes.
Dear Night Sky,
I long for your beauty,
The Silence of your darkness,
The love for your hope,
The way you thunder,
The way, your every mistake is not a blunder,
You pour your heart down,
Breath in the vastness of your fathom,
I smile and say,
Let those birds chirrup,
This was the letter that came from a nightingale.
Kunjal Sharma
