Friday, 7 April 2023

The moon of a day 3

 


In the hour of gloom

You stood by me

Shoved off the dark

That caused my way to stumble

Your silver strands would knit

My hope in the dark hour

When the dazzle of day betrayed

You stayed behind for succor

After night of interwoven emotions

When our strife broke into a dawn

You vanished in the brighter time

In the festoons of glittering hope

When your reflection burns brighter

The search for dark nook

Where the silvery rays could

Conjure a night of their own.

Shimla

2058

8.4.23

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