Sunday Wordsmiths By Anjali De Nandi, Mom

Why dear, now

Delhi, my city is sleeping now. And you are calling me now. Why? My dear sky! At every midnight You call me and I open my sleepy eyes. I arise Open my close door, And come out for you. I can not realize That why you call me at every night. But I adore you. Yes, i adore. I look at your endless beauty from very far. I love your stars And their smiles of light. My mind is blowing with speechless gladness. Though you call me at my sleeping time Yet I like your this madness. My heart beats recite love's rhythmic rhymes And it reach to you, yes. You hear it, hear hear and hear.... With joy of tears. Hey, you, the night sky, my dear! I invite you, yes, Please, come near!

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