Hope 1 Poem by Saikat Poddar

The time to Rest
Is later.
The dark Night
Is about to ebb
Receding,
Giving way to the lovely Crimson
On the Horizon.
The advent of the new Sun
Will demystify
The Mysteries
Which Night kept under its wrap.
The Darkness shall lift
Lifting the Blanket
Of Despair and Pain
Of Numbness and being motionless
From Fear
And Apprehensions unknown.
Would it be a cloudy day?
Clouds come and Clouds go
The Sunrays always have their interplay
Reflecting and refracting.
Is that not what life is all about?