The Blissful Night.

The blissful night,

Wasn’t full of bliss.

It was long,

It was strong.

It was hard to be found blissful.

There was happiness in it.

But one had to look for it.

Then the night became blissful.

But was it truly?

I asked God the same,

But he didn’t answer.

Bliss and it’s blissfulness are as different as the two sides of a coin.

The blissful night,

Indeed came and did stay for long.

How to find it,

Remains the song.


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