Maybe I am

Maybe I am those evenings which try to see herself in laugh of others,

Or maybe I just belong to those silent evenings when no one is there,

Maybe I am that night which often witnesses the passion of love,

Or maybe I am just the darkness, secluded and unattended, and rest everywhere,

Maybe I am the reflection of dawn which brings hope again in our lives every day,

Or maybe I am those lost moments which is hidden by sleep, and wish to be fair,

Maybe I am the part of those morning which gives you another reason to live,

Or maybe I am the one specific moment which no one wants to live and share,

Maybe I am those days which gives you the zeal to hold everything whatever you can,

Or maybe I am the shadow of those empty hands which no one remembers and care,

Maybe I am the part of dusk which brings a beautiful companion for the evening,

Or maybe I am the written words, like here which doesn’t exist for anyone but exist in my world, pure and rare.