In the darkness of dark betray,
The blackness which is calm and soothes me,
The coldness that iniates fire to live,
And the heavy pain that flickers a smile,
And the smile, the incapability to break down.
Someone has caused me the pain of survival,
The wrong done or wrong deeds, the confusion prevails,
“I have nothing to do, no interest is rested,
The drawing back of a tigress, is the lack of comforters,
Lack of trust, friends and bearers.
The night is drawing and the crescent moon shines,
Moon is humane, mortal and closer,
The variety of phases is the displayer of his emotions,
And the sun, how can it be like us?
The warmth it showers, is the love it gets,
And the love, which never lacks, but is more than needed.
Solitude and visions are my manna to life,
And Hope, that one day I will face the light,
The light gray spots, which I will recognize,
And the darker marks which I have to rub,
The notoriety of silence, which I will break,
And on my way, new friends shall I find,
Cherish some older ones, and forget the rest,
Rest in a colorful world, but now…now…I want to cry!!.
KESHIE SINGH
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