A perfect smile, plastered on the face whole day long,
But then, the sun sets;
And the daylight dims:
As the day goes on,
The lips form a straight line,
Followed, by a descending curve.

Perhaps,
Just keep looking at the sun, setting in the West;
And the lips, louring, with who knows pain?

The eyes got shut, engulfing in the darkness,
Overwhelmed by the day, the night finally fell.
Dusk welcoming the vehemence, to rise to its peak;

Will the night be sleepless or who knows embracing a sweet nightmare?