The night in the mountains

The night in the mountains is something else
The sky never darkens and the river is for-ever alight
So much zari-work can be seen in the sky through the patterns of stars
The wind speaks like someone holding a comb between its teeth
two waterfalls speak so loudly to each other
like rustic friend meeting unexpectedly in a valley
discussing the entire village
Even a poem sleeps with its eyes half closed
The night in the mountains is something else.