Myths Of Dream And The Night Poem by Abid Anwar

The night is made of the elements of darkness but
The windows for dreams to come are not tightly shut,
The dreams in the guise of scattered but illusive light
Fairly removes the farness between day and night.

The night is an artist, it's a whiz kid of creative work:
The lamp-made shadows of a damsel on the walls
Give her the look of a witch—her lover has a jerk,
Her lovely fingers are shadowed as horns of gayals.

Shadows of mine on the walls may look like a sphinx
Or a monster, so ugly and bigger than the actual size;
The shadows at night tell you the truth about things,
What you see in broad daylight may have hidden lies.