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Night(Poem);

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By Tehreem AzharPublished 2 years ago 2 min read
Night(Poem);
Photo by Štefan Štefančík on Unsplash

When the bloomy sun falls.

And freedom is for darkness calls.

People think it is a nightmare.

Why can't they admire the night bare?

They see the monsters lurking out.

Why can't they hear sad souls shout?

They think of them as antagonists.

Well, once they were protagonists!

They see scary ghosts at night.

Why can't they see beauty in fright?

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Now let me tell you, my dear friend.

Watch me trying to change the trend.

It's not the gloomy sunfall.

It's a beautiful, stary wall.

It's not freedom for darkness call.

It's a steady, silent hall.

It's not a nightmare at all !!!

But an experience, that's all.

They cannot admire the night all bare.

Coz intellectuals are ever and always rare.

No monsters are lurking out.

They all have a story, it's all about.

No scary ghosts at night.

They themselves have feared the fright.

Then when they bore it all alone.

Were left by you, sole along their moan.

There was no one for them to foster.

Yet by you, they were made a monster!

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So, it's not the night so bad.

It's what has happened, is really sad.

The night is a wonder of soul and bliss.

When Moonlight meets two lovers in a kiss.

The night is a time of solitude and meditation.

When at the peak is all your sensation.

The night is what should be called all peace.

It puts all your sorrows at ease.

Without night, there'd be no life.

No rest, you wouldn't survive!

Background ;

My younger brother wouldn't sleep after I told him that night brings new concepts to life, he said, he was scared of ghosts, but when I asked him why, he himself didn't know. It made me wonder, why people avoid night instead of accepting it as it is? Why creeps at night are feared? Why is it hard for children to sleep at night? Well, folks, the answer is us. We make the concepts that are hard for children to absorb and then they all grow up in fear. Ghosts exist in the day too, but the fear is less. It's all in your head folks.

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About the Creator

Tehreem Azhar

I am from a gigantic pool.

Where people are somewhat classy and cool.

I can twist what's already twisted.

Where I can unfold all the misted.

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  • angela hepworth2 years ago

    Stunning poetry! Our minds can be our worst enemy for sure.

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