Whispers of the Night!

In the quiet hours, due on the bed,
Where shadows play, and dreams are led.
Softly humming, a lullaby spread,
As the night whispers secrets, never said.

Beneath the covers, where thoughts are shed,
And worries melt, like wax being bled.
Stars twinkle above, like gems overhead,
In the velvet sky, where dreams are bred.

In this sanctuary, where souls are fed,
Time slows down, like a river's thread.
In the hush of night, where fears are dead,
Rest finds its home, in the hours ahead.

So close your eyes, lay down your head,
In the gentle embrace, where peace is spread.
For in the stillness of night, love is said,
In the tender hours, due on the bed.

- Piyangshu Banik