Friday, 3 April 2015

The Day will follow.....


The morning sun on its way.....
Climbs up and there it stays.....
How boring is to wait alone.....
To see all going home....
The noon got shunned away.....
The orange, yellow light died at bay.....
What made it, casted a spell.....
And down went the orange jewel....

The shades of clouds that made no sound......
Moved as if in a jungle , moves a hound.....
The prey is hidden well in the cave.....
And the predator is on its way......

Shadows approach and lay on the ground.....
Knowing well, below they will be found.....
When the darkness overtakes....
It will be felt in every place.....

But it's still time for eyes to close.....
Put off the lights and close the doors....
The stars begin to twinkle their smiles.....
And the sky looks like a beautiful bride.....

The silence singing its song to the ears.....
You don't notice, yet so near.....
Overtaking your tired body and soul....
Dreaming with eyes closed......

And all is this....
The day will follow every night.....
And it never does rest in quiet....