“the Dying Day” (A Sonnet) Poem by Munia Khan

The dying yesterday tries to survive

Under the wing of its own despondence

But the joy of today still here alive

With its last vapour of faith to condense

And tomorrow’s sparkle now starts to gleam

For a painted vase holds the day that’s gone

As stars grasp the sky and bathe in new beam

The dying past weeps forgetting the dawn

No shadow to haunt those shadowy days

Of that forgotten path no more dreaming

The faded last hours darken their ways

For the blues of heaven now starts screaming

The dying day summons- adieu of pain

When clouds of hope bring days full of rain


Written on the afternoon 15th June,2010