The last star shone with stubborn sincerity
As a gem sparkling on the velvet night
The moon had fallen a victim
To the soporific aura of Somnus
All other oriels of angels were shut at the midnight hour
I yearned for a tryst in the dark  with my beloved
With the wind silent, the owl long asleep
And the night dark and unlit by the stars and lunar radiance
While the breath of the harsinghar filled our nostrils
But the star refused to fall asleep but kept vigil
So I plucked it within my palm, into my pocket
Stealing it in the name of love and romance…