On those longing nights

 

That evening the sun went to sleep,

And did not wake up,

The moon waited, and waited,

She also had to turn in,

It was as if Arctic nights

Had descended on the mid latitudes.

But the heavens were happy,

For, new stars were getting birthed

Thick and fast,

As wish followed wish

And, streamed in from below.

Older stars were happy too,

Each could twinkle over

Each's loved ones,

For longer nights,

On those longing nights.

Pious Pitru Paksh