The Night Is Tender Poem by Krishan kumar

Away from the world, in a serene forest
The night is tender, my heart is at rest.

Unaware of the sufferings, stars flicker in the skies
The smiling bright moon, pleases my eyes.

Here is no man, who despairs and groans
This world is different, where no one moans.

Amidst deep silence, sounds come from thickets
Owls hooting, frogs croaking and songs of crickets.

The wind sighs, and whispers mellow tunes in my ear
My weary heart leaps, and dissolves all my fear.

Majestic is the darkness, and gleaming fireflies
The night is an angel, or a blessing in disguise.