"Living in the light, I hear the gasping of the night, But who grants her, without pleas in her sight?? I leave my room and bring me naked out, make a round of the graveyard. I hear the whispering of the silence, wondering why the moonlit zaphyr feel so desolated As if within me many orphan nights were dying out. In the lonely streets, forgotten hopes are threaded , Beneath the clouds, frosts are likely spreaded. The buildings are asleep, yet I remain, I,the wanderer lost in this darkness again. The maiden night bathes in the empty lanes, The falling snows fill her veins, The breeze, the darling,paves her way, To my lonely heart her eyes softly say. Every foot, I take, the silence feels new, The loom of darkness unfolds in shades of blue, No need for dawn, no call for light, I roam, as a soul dearest to the night. In every corner of this yard, secrets of pain and fear lie, Bringing the sobbing and silent reply, I wander lonely, with heart unbound, In night’s embrace, my soul is found. ©BP Bagh"