White Light
White light
At the peak of night
Vision of the end
Whither wrong or right.
Whither big, or small
There’s no tomorrow,
At the peak of night
All the stars fall.
The fallen stars murmur
At the peak of night
Of men’s vice, that
Ran it’s writ.
White light
You could be my savior
At the peak of night,
But, now you are
Only the witness of my last prayer.
Copyright © Swarup Mohalik | Year Posted 2016
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