This night sleepless, long and dark
And the inverted bowl we call the sky
Filled with stars yet darkness prevails
Hope for dawn how can one make
The light of moon lies dim and helpless
Blackness of the night as far as sight can take
Silence surrounds yet strange and weird
Like a symphony concealed which ears can't make
Oh heart behold for its just the matter of time
Soon the sun will rise, the spell of night will break
For hard times are not forever to stay
Hold your heart and do not forsake
Every Fall the leaves and flowers shed
Each tree and branch like teeth of rake
bloomed and green in spring then comes
shape of bouquet those trees and branches take
This sojourn of night this hope of dawn
teach us a lesson that is so great
when times are hard when heart is in pain
its not for long and nigh is jake
So if time wears dark cloak or regalia of the day
be hopeful and strong with a heart for any fate
Beautiful poem Waheed! the duality, how preciously expressed the sides of the human soul and its journey and now we step fully into the arms of faith, Light! beautiful! Thank you.
Loved the play of words and thoughts and the use of the images signifying suffering and hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a refreshing poem...well written