The Night of Her Beauty
It was a cold chilly night,
When I was moving to;
South Point towards the right,
I saw a shadow passed along me,
With a gut of melancholy strain.
I went to the graveyard,
To offer my special prayers and flowers,
To my special and my dear ones.
For my success in life to allow,
Then to help me in my difficult time.
I saw my children smiling in,
My happiness with pride.
And my dear wife was looking at me,
Singing in a melodious strain;
With the company of heavy rain.
I cried in happiness for my family,
As they were praising heavily for me.
I thanked the God for keeping my family safe,
As her beauty always enchanted me to say;
That it was the "Night of her Beauty".
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