one or two stars fight back the light of urban night
and smile at the watchers to say
we are always here, just look for us.
Wind carries the fragrance, mind analyzes,
if it is some flower blooming
or the wind carried on its wing
the fragrance of incense sticks or perfumes.
A cricket plays his song, same tune but never boring,
sometimes a sudden patch of silence reigns the urban night.
Every thing feels so calm, serene and peaceful.
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