A winter night: A poem by Dinesh Upadhyay

It was dead winter night of the desert;

Mercury had gone down freezing everything 

Including the life whatever it is there;

The stunning shrubs and thorny bushes

Seemed to shrunk for surviving;

Scorpions and snakes went back into sand;

Knowing what was about to come soon;

Sensing why to become the eye witness.

Something must be flourished in isolation,

At about half-past three, two dots appeared 

Together with incomparable illumination;

The first one was the moon in the horizon

And the second one was the pretty maiden.

Both had an unseen contest for beauty.

If the first had frolic movements in the sky;

The latter had divine features of pulchritude.

An owl was to determine who was the best

But here, partiality selected the first guest

As the owl showed his softness to the moon.

Humiliated maiden plunged into a sand dune.