Shhh, the dawn breaks,
With the heart breaks,
Someone deeply engrossed in thoughts,
Living solely in distraught,
trying to find out a way to resort,
But..
In that weak moment,
His heart cries,
With dry eyes,
Yearning for blessing in disguise,
But he sees no sunrise…..
Yet..
It is not the end of life,
as the river flows,
With the bending pose,
making its way,
Under the dim light of hope,
Not stopping its course,
no matter what situation it propose,
Similar to the ache of rose,
despite of it’s abundance in meadows,
It carries needle like thorns,
Those small prickles,
Aches the entire existence of rose,
But it’s beauty is enclosed,
In the depth of prose,
And it’s fragrance is exposed to those,
who knows the pain,
who knows the hurt,
Of being left amidst the storm,
This is the second,
to transform,
Like the sleeping rays of sun,
Envelops the earth with it’s warm,
And the fallen leaves in autumn,
Recovers it’s deciduous period,
by welcoming the new growths,
A likely we all need to accept,
That the sun will set,
The stars will vanish in the dark sky,
The midnight will haunt,
The cold will freeze,
But it all will be appeased,
As the sun will soon rise,
while the clouds too will be aside,
making visible the sparks of star,
Which will make the midnight luminous,
And the snow will be melt,
A like the heart will retrieve,
The soul will perceive,
The wordless messages of God,
About your significance,
And unending confidence,
Of your lost opulence,
And all this is embellished,
In the lost ambiance of,
the conspiracy of silence!