Friday, August 05, 2011

95. Dealing with darkness

Darkness trickles into night
As from the roof of a cottage
Water falls in a bucket
Drop by drop….

Every grain,every pore is wet
With constant tears of the sky
Which weeps like a crazy mother
Whose lone child has passed away.

Every moment of night
Seems to have spread its wings
Into a number of years
And the sun still looks far away.

Let some strength come from within,
Let some light be searched around,
Darkness has to be challenged
Until the sun arrives….