Against a bustling life
A howling mind
The world moans
With dismay of defeat
Poverty of content
And tears of separation
I watch
With hands, folded
And vision, blurred
Thinking, and sinking
With fright and apprehension
Could my world be at stake too?
I lift my head
To spot the heavens
With a vision, still blurred
Yet a conscience, immaculate and clear
I watch
What doesn’t need clarity of vision
Only thought and intent
The crimson of dusk
A spectacle for the world
It smiles at me
The blush in infinity
Exhorting resilience
Assuring the return of the warbler
Calling it a day
Assuring certainty
Beyond the uncertain
Another day
Beyond the night
A beginning
Beyond the finishing line
It calls out to me
To tell me that
Even though heavens may now fall
They rise tomorrow
For if I am the creator
I also destroy sorrow
And as my conversation with the crimson ends
With the blush fading away
I’m more at peace
Tranquil
A believer
Of the down of the sun
Over its rise
--Divya Rathi
