By: Parashmita Das


Freedom in the night, 
She wears the night
Like a mantle mystery.
As she sings her lullaby

In the sweet solitude of mind
She listens to wind secrets
And the echoes of distant star songs.

Drinking deeply of moonlight magic
As she sings her lullaby;
She feels his heart!
from the heart of universe, 
She finds the wings and draws strength
And lost in the night sky.