May this night not sleep!
For unspent is the mystique, of restive shadows
And unquenched the yearning, of moon-lit meadows
Half-bathed in mist, the tears they reap

May this night not sleep!
For the earth hasn’t glimpsed, yet all her stars
The sky that gapes, at man’s blurry bazaars
Where dreams are bought and sold, dirt cheap

May this night not sleep!
For the soul of moon, hasn’t mated yet
With the moans of earth, on its wrinkled bed
Died out cradlesongs, dug out in heap

May this night not sleep!
For the empty graves, are yet to fill
With the hopes of tomorrow’s, sham goodwill
For a promise to break, and a myth to keep
May this night not sleep!
© 2016 Vikas Chandra