The night calls me
waking me up from a deep slumber.
The night shows me
sky full of stars in december.
It is quite and moonlit,
haunted by our fears.
She is a beauty,
a painting of lights and shadows.
Silently and slowly she grows. 

           – Mayank Mishra. 

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