His Own Dawn
Night sets in
Quite a din
Wind howls
Thunder growls
Trees shiver
His self quivers
Lightning strikes
He gets a fright
He, no child
To get frightened
Of Nature Wild
So ???
He has
Struck a low
It’s not
Foul weather
But rather
The inside commotion
From which
He cannot run
Cannot sleep
Lost in
Emotions deep
Time ticks
His thoughts
Continue to prick
Cannot untie
The tangled knots
Not able to join
Scattered dots
A Faint light
Yonder
Heralds 'another day'
God’s 'another bright wonder'
As the storm
Subsides
He sighs
His wait still on
For his own dawn
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