After every morning there is a night,
Long, unending and a disappointment outright;
The last rays of the sun are peeping through,
And you long to cherish each and every hue;
But now, it won’t be long
For the light to disappear and darkness will come along.
Fiery…impossible to penetrate,
You can cry and despair all you want;
But of no use will be your rant.
It’ll torture, traumatise and make you suffer every instant.
And all the aids you have are just too blunt,
To pierce the darkness and set your soul free.
And yet you can’t stop and grieve.
All is dark; it’s impossible to see,
Where you are heading or what lies ahead,
You have to live with it and go on until you drop dead.