The Day Will Come Poem by Showkat Ahmad Bhat

The day will come
When the mute and sad birds will sing
The songs of joy and pleasure
In the dark dense woods
Where the sun too will shine
With its warmth and glory

The dark mist of autumn
Which has covered the garden
Will be blown away
By the mighty winds

The burning clouds
Which have turned the sky red
Will get extinguished
And the sky will turn blue
With the rains of hope

The day will come
When the sunlight
Will fell on the snow clad mountains
The snow will shine and melt
And will irrigate the barren lands
With its pure water

At nights the snow mountains
Will shine like the golden palaces
When the light of the full moon
Will fell on them
And the sounds of the falling cataracts
Will break the cruel solitude
Of dark nights

In the morning
The melodious songs of the birds
Will lend new charm to the ears
And the pleasant cool breeze
Will give a gentle touch
To the young flowers

The day will come
When the caged birds will get free
From their iron cages
And will sing the songs of freedom
Among the young birds
In the lap of nature

It is pleasure after pain
Sweeter is the pleasure
That comes after severe pain
Sweeter becomes the spring
When there is heavy rain