The sun hovers over the dark next
His feeble wings manage barely a flap
The strands of grey on his red flanks
Are visible to vex the anxious eye
The fate dangles atop this spectacle
Much like a dampening cloud in sky
That stretches the cradle of dawn
But shrouds the day earlier in dusk
Oh ! Such is the baffling wrap of time
Whether the day will hatch from grey
Or it will be a collapse into black night
Only the imminent time will unravel.
Rishikesh
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