Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Sunday, November 10, 2013

THE NIGHT



I glimpse at the night from my window 
The whole place pale wind moving slow
As the night blows away
Like our pains, sorrows they would not come to stay
Every mind looks calm, but sleeping with problems within
The mind is feeble, relaxed and celestial
Man journeys where he does not know it destined
Conscious that the next day fast approaches
The weak holding on to their crouches
Valiant ready to mount their shields again
For battles left the previous day in constrain
Like chaff, memories pervades afar
Struggling in a country with nothing to offer
Praying someday for a good life to reside
Merry and relaxed all stress aside
Restless until each cups is filled
And all wickedness killed
How I wish the night will come to stay
And our sorrows blown away


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