Santosh Kumar Pokharel
The sun does set in the West,
As the day comes to a rest.
The stars twinkle in the sky,
As the night begins to nigh.
The moon rises in the east,
As the darkness takes her feast.
The world is quiet and still,
As the night begins to fill.
Babies just lay their style
And moms pat them this while.
And tell them tales of yore,
They have their good store.
They sleep with great snore,
Have dreams sweet many more.
Then wake at break of day,
All dreams that takes away.
[Santosh Kumar Pokharel is a multilingual poet from Nepal.]