Lights



LIGHTS
They dazzle and glow all around me,
Shiny and bright as one could be
Long back the light was one
Sacred and worshiped – its call the sun

Dawn would start the play
And dusk would end the day
And now the day extends
Into the night’s shiny trends

Light was the guide in dark
And with it, boundaries we would mark
But now the glow is strong,
And with it, day is infinitely long

Light has become the enemy of night
It’s glow has become painfully bright
How I fear, if one day it might
Just get over and disappear from the sight.






Comments

Unknown said…
Fantastic poem & true one

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