Ever wondered why poetry is so beautiful? 'Cause poetry is just a kaleidoscope of feelings, that ebb over time, yet they are captured in the prison of rhyme. Well, poets are the prisoners in this world of scorn and hatred who strive, every day of their life, to blow beauty in this prison. A sunflower at night is a metaphor for a person who is trapped in the darkness of life, anticipating the return of light. This collection of poems, written by me, is just a bevy of simple poems, that have remained scribbled, in the last pages of my diary for a long time. If you like them, please comment and vote. I will be pleased to have your reviews. Love, Ankita.