Light
Glistening night began the fall,
Of dreams and joy, he would often call,
Hopes residing on his shoulders appal,
Dark inhaling the being, exhaling it all.
Where would it end?
Masking it, anonymously penned,
Giving in to the existing trend,
Stuck in a marsh knowing no friend.
Eyesight going weak, in all bleakness,
Feet moving barely, in a guess,
Millimeters from a mourning press,
Light may come, and caress.
Copyright © Tejaswi Kalra | Year Posted 2023
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