The Gloom of the Night

among the stars

which sing the songs of nature

exists a hidden melody

of that of the Moon

the ones hidden behind clouds

and sneaking past the wind

singing in the glory of tales unknown

to the ears of the nomads

their only solace is the Moon

receding their solitude

opening its arms with the cold breeze

and the shining stars

only the Moon knows their story

witnessing unbiased, uncharted

stories only in their experience

invisible to the mobile, yet sedentary

some plead to others, some request

an occupation is at the behest

a living which is not their choice

rather compulsion of society

sleep, they do

Under the moonlight

For their next day

Will repeat this discourse

Another path, another story

A different set of hands that will flourish

Lest they render themselves broken

Moving on to the next shadow of light.

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Congratulations to Sachin!

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