Daljit Khankhana Poet Verse

The Arms of Darkness

Every Morning, 
Sun grows as a new born baby,
Golden, 
But after weeping,
As he gets red.
Air blows,
As happiness spreads,
And brings cheers,
Fresh and cool.

Morning seems tired,
As The Sun walked a long,
And dark path of a night.
And his sweat,
Every where was scattered,
As frost,
And watching his face,
Through the rays,
Into droplets,
Before their death
As a Mother cuddles his child,
Before his sleep.

Desire jumps in mind,
As a deer,
And willing to eat,
Soft and calm leaves,
As there was no pollution?
Death was chasing,
As a Shadow,
Everyone’s personality,
A fear of death,
As Night,
Sun was sleeping,
In the arms of darkness,
But heart was still palpitating.

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