Night

The sun descends, letting the lunar rise The azure sky turning into the starry one The shine of the sun be ousted by the sparkle of the stars The hectic aeon comes to end , letting the lad to ease on People says " Nights are dark " Ah, the darks have the premier space for brightness ! The space to rest , the space to think , the space to plan upon The starry sky acting as canvas for gazallions of notions Nights, may act as a scene of eries , but provinding a platform to leap up the fright The nights though being silent , but with a noise of success residing Th day, though being the arena of labour But don't forget those are the nights which gives the space to dream