The dusk had drawn a crimson veil over the sky,
The darkness is willing to spread its wing and fly,
The birds return to their nest,
To return another day to hunt their best,
The oceans calm down with low tide,
The animals return to their home after the long ride..
But on the shore i stand and look far...
To the corner where crimson and darkness is having war,
I know the darkness will spread its wing soon,
But i will wait for the light from the moon.
I admire the courage of the dark;
That it tries to dampen every celestial twinkling spark,
It tries its best to hide the moon,
But it looses later or soon.
It never gives up its fight against the light,
That why i respect its relentless might.
We run from darkness to light;
We never allow light to move out of our sight;
But once look through the dark,u will offcourse see;
The spiritual self in thee.
