Dusk transforms into dark,
And they in the cold park say there is no spark.
The sun shines throughout,
And the moon breaks-out!
Big trees grow on Rocks,
And the rocks stands rock.
Darkness ceases to caste shadow,
Brave ones finds their way even in barren deserted meadow!
In darkness you relax,
Romance goes to its climax,
Your life doesn't suffer error due to parallax,
Softness remains always at max!
Life is a repeating dual cyclic season,
Please don't call it a prison!