THE MIDNIGHT WHISPERS

woven in the threads of life

entangled in its fate

where have i come across

amidst the dead of night

the horizon paints in black,

 as the stars assemble

and the constellations dance,

whispering its grandeur in dark

yet I exist like dust, 

with no grace

a puff of midnight breeze

and I'll be swept away

as the ticks of clock passes by

etched in a deserted land

which i can't escape

there's no going back

as the footprints are now erased

But before hope collapses

Weaving my crumbled parts

I shall sodden the desert

With the mist of my eyes

I shall shine with the moon

Even if the nightfall lingers by

                                     -Dipikshya Basnet