By Ahmed Latif
When night approaches, some hear pitter patter.
While others see the sun wrapped and rolled
In a carpet made of a velvety sky.
Then the chilled right hand of night
Caresses your side of the world.
Delving for light in midst of shade,
You are wrapped in a bright and blissful hug.
Diving into the cool pool of delectable delirium.
A revolution by your faculties against your temperance.
Such chaotic meddling is the stuff of ballads.
All the very same, it is a beautiful revolution indeed