Night

It says 27th feb 2004 in my book. That's the date I wrote this poem.Atleast that is the day I made a fair copy of this poem.Well it was just there in my book and with no one to read it. So I thought why not post it here.

NIGHT

I see stars,
Through my window bars.
Glinting with them, the moon,
Hiding under the clouds and then appearing soon.
As if playing with a child,
The wind too with voice mild.
Sways in the dark night.
And there’s none else in sight.
It’s like a complete standstill.
Holiday even for the old mill.
I hark not a rattle,
And there isn’t a battle.
Ah! Such a delight,
Is this beautiful night.