GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 135

Night is a toothpaste that changes its colour, To leave a clean slate of the mind ever in a stupor, Effacing blemishes that surfaced on the moon, Each time it says a word out of time way too soon, Night is a detergent that washes stains of impulses, Hardly knowing how it tossed and turned and how in slumber it convulses, Its epilepsy of mood swings rising and falling with the tides, Oh the perfumes it carries camouflaging errors it hides, Night is that blanket covering up wrinkles emerging in a makeover, Waking to a bright star hardly aware that so many more stars hover! Night is a green room buffing up lassitude with mint, Blink of an eye renewing life not giving a hint, 135