Sun of the night sky,
Sleep in the dark a little longer, will you?
The sun of the white sky,
if you hear me, rise a little late, will you?
I bloom at night, And see you Moon.
But you stay no long
Shining before the velvet black
You go so soon.
Moonlit leaves strangled,
While the serene music plays
With no noise.
Yet I hear chaos everywhere.
Poem by Gopika S
Illustration by Sanjana Acharya
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