Daily….
the night creeps into
the blanket of clouds
starts making love with
the day…. lying tired
brightening the world..
A world darkened by the
mischiefs of man…
The unknown question still
remains unknown…
Will a new day be born….
someday….
Or will there be darkness
that will eternally wipe out
out the hope of mornings…
Will we be left with nights so
that we can mourn the
death of the day… and in silence
scream inwards and be buried in
the tattered images of our
yesterdays….