Night Frozen Poem by Deb Panda

To all those hardships gone in a blink,
And night brings to hard silent cold –
Within a manifold of their heights –wreck –
And tussle with fate, until they were old.
And dare; not like the gentle protagonist,
To mild –faint Night frozen within us,
To the brittle trip, gone with the dust –
On cleaved mending wall, with mess.
And strings detached before it’s worn out –
To splendid hues of blistering – court in autumn,
And colors faded into cages of his heart –
In tumult, in worry – of a deceased forlorn.
“Frailty” –kept to hostile interest of the dark,
From raw old –from vested trust’s lay –
And that grey brown child would not sting
To his race, and to his bliss and cast by!
Script not lost to the chin of change –
To place above the horizon; in dewy evening –
Gold is the span of the brave, not bronze;
To pen, conflict held by laws of the heavenly king.