The stars were not there yet
On a Friday evening when I sat
The laughter of innocence surrounded me, but were quiet those green trees
Nature seemed silent today, the sky was dark without any breeze
As if it had nothing to say, still I felt relaxed that day
I was glancing at the sky, searching for stars and moonlight
The Focus shifted from stars to flowers, which bloomed gracefully with immense powers
A beautiful rose was the one...