It is the wait
beyond the darkest hour
Hoping that the
horizon where sun sinks
Will be visible
yet again with a new dusk
The golden quiver
with darts of sight
Will emerge again
with a buoyant day
From the deep
turbulence of dark
That coagulates
into a thick torment
To stangulate
the dazzle with his dark palms
Just an hour
longer with the hope of light
Then we realize
where we groped for support
Was indeed a
track to enjoy the canter
Where our fear
created obstacles in the dark
Now the applaud
of the silent stands
Resonates with
every time we breathe
Only to stay
on the shore for a bit longer.
Delhi
2172
23.11 hrs
28.7.24
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