A Dark Glaring Night

A dark night whispers softly and deep,

The moon keeps watching while others sleep.

Stars likes sparking in heaven’s dome,

Guiding my thoughts though I’m alone.

The drifting clouds sail slow and near,

Their shadows fall, yet all is clear.

Beside the crystal lake I sit and see,

The sky pour all its elegances on me.

Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade ten in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.