it seems darker, dark as it could be.
They say light for all, light is free.
The dark is glowing! All around it pinches me.
The moon is up in its silvery delight,
why in the calmest of calm is an urge to fight?
In its bright glow, I see an abyss in dark,
where angels carefully tread and devils do lurk.
While rain fell upon the lush green,
some patches of sand remained dry.
Nature seemed oblivious, cruel and mean,
while tears dried up in a hollow cry.
Prasenjit©1997-2020
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