Night

They sleep in dark presence your own
Fearing black curtains , covered silhouettes
All sleepy, nature drowsy grows
Until dawn relights

And they laugh, and comment.
I delight in beauty, I am free
And in joyous play , pause to lament.
And daylight in their pleasure, they cannot see.

For out there in brightest glow
In the fullest light of day
Their eyes are blind, to consume the flow
Of Man’s sins , a satanic way.

In realisation of such pain
Seen from sensitive eyes
I wish to lose myself again
In night , where truth hidden lies .



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2022-10-09 at 19:10

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