Scattered Beauty

Night nighs and the beauty of beloved sighs. Poet speaks about an approaching night, when non living things turned their face away from his beloved, as they came to know about her cheating.

And then
When the night nighed
Her beauty sighed
She looked again into mirror
Beauty scattered by any error
Her face is a piece of cheater
Expert as liar quite neater
Then smoke emanated
As if my wishes detonated
Glasses broke into pieces
Ashamed of reflecting her face
To my Love, this is disgrace