I'll Be Your Light
“In trying times the touch of compassion uplifts
the sunk spirit from the depth of depression”- By Poet
You walk the content life through the dulcet days
on the rose garden's dream-paved cinnamon pathway.
Along the winding wake of the butterflies you chase
the rustle of rapture, making sure the pursuit won't stray.
Soon enough you reach the edge of the opaque night
when the surging storm shatters the somber sky,
the pole star disappears out of your sullen sight,
the trying time torments you, you don’t know why.
A wreck, you crumble in the rueful ruins of sadness,
stow the shards of crushed life in depth of depression,
where you vainly search for you in the dreary darkness,
despair wraps you with the shroud of dejection.
The emphatic glow of my passion’s candle you’ll then find
like the mesmeric moon in the onyx sky shining bright.
You’ll rise from the debris of the melancholic mind,
for in the dark of dismal night I’ll be your longing light.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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