It was a cold Delhi night,

I snuggled in the comfort of my cozy bed,

Wrapped in my grandma’s heirloom quilt,

A feeling of warmth & love offering me succor,

Till abruptly, I woke up,

Maybe!! It was a bad dream,

A reflection of the times we live in,

My throat parched, sweat on the brow,

I glanced at the clock,

It was ticking slowly, patiently,

There was movement, there was life,

I ambled up to the window,

And pulled the curtain apart,

The faint light of a dim moon came in,

Barely pushing through a gently floating mist,

A lost bird flew past in the darkness,

It’s desperate cry piercing the eerie silence,

Blearily, I gazed at the sky,

And lo and behold!

There was a shooting star passing by, on the horizon ,

Gently, I closed my eyes , and wished,

That may the night never end,

And the embrace of peace & tranquility,

That can be enjoyed,

Only when the world sleeps,

Last forever, and can douse the embers of hatred and enemity,

Even when dawn comes………….