Treasure Island

A.T Zakir

(08-08-48 / Kanpur)

The Sun Will Shine


Sleeps here a man
Whose dreams are dead
His lips are still trembling
His eyes are still wet.

His family was big
Their coffers were full
But for this unfortunate old soul
The life was very dull.

Such a big busy world around
And the old man is all alone
No love, No care, No money
Around him there is none.

Tonight seems the darkest
The day was very long
Lies here a crushed soul
Avoided, Forgotten and forelone.

But it's not the end
Through the clouds a faint ray of light is shining
Oh! See how the black clouds are getting grey
And around them
There is a silverlining.

Why cry, Gather up, Hear the bird's song
No night is endless
After every dark night
There is dawn, A warm and cozy dawn.

Submitted: Thursday, June 20, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is the solitary English poem composed by me. Because I am a Hindi poet. This poem deals with the neglected and forgotten senior citizens of our families who are leading a pitiable life though they have children and relatives in this world. I have firm faith that one day they will also find the dawn of happiness if they just wait and fight till that hour.

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Year of Composing: 2007

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