Nocturnal Melody

The night begets,
the melodious pitter-patter
of rain - a mercy
the bald moon
sent shadows beyond,
the dark mountains and
melancholy to earth;
and disappears
behind the fleet of clouds.



Etching the lines of irk,
on the fine surface
of star-spangled firmament;
resigning to its fate
that couldn't glitter
the braids of night.



Moon laughs at night
and men
in the shattered houses
on the hearthrug,
facing the glum hearth.
And the sheen of,
half burned candle -
dances on their dismayed faces.



Envy of rain
moon;
as droplets raise the Jhelum
night befriends dark
and moon remains alone.