Night

By Prabal Subedi

The soundless winter

pitch dark night

yellow stars

so beautiful

like glitters of gold

in the vast

abyss vessel.

The patience wind

chills with time

to remind me

of times I need

of times I passed.

The darkness

seems so cozy

lives up

to the hope

that sun will rise

tomorrow with a new

shine for life.

The darkness

waits

waits for

a new morning

of the golden rays

of the golden sun,

and

the blue sky

and white clouds.

It waits

patiently for the sun

for its enemy

it has to go

once it comes

it has to vanish

it has to vanquish

and no one

will remember it

for

for they need Sun

but will in

no circumstances realize

that the Sun prevails after

the night has gone.

The night yet

covers me

while I sleep

provides me with

the silence

that I feel

in my dreams,

the calmness

that I so need.

I thank you

oh “Night”

for you have

always taught me patience

for you have

made sure

that once I get up

I see the Sun

I see brightness

I see tomorrow.

Oh Night,

I wait for thee

I praise thee

I love thee!

Prabal subedi is pursuing his undergraduate degree in Jacobs University Bremen,Germany. He has taken a wonderful initiative to write this nice poem. He can be reached at pr.subedi@jacobs-university.de.