Dawn Is Not Far Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

In endless wood of blinding darkness,
Wrapped in sheet of blackness around,
Creepers, giant trees on sides, all round,
Stones, wild thorns of shrubs ‘neath feet,
Thick canopy of branches cover the head,
That allows not a ray to pierce within;
No past or future, no goal to guide ahead,
I bake in the cauldron of merciless present;
No clue of time, space, dimensions to guide,
No wings of motives to unwind life-spirit,
I dither and wither and slither to deep pit
Of irretrievable death of indefatigable spirit.

Winter a day does bloom to spring,
The frozen world does get its wing;
Days and nights in rhythmic swing
To monotonous world colours bring.

Dawn is not far from blinding midnight,
Tender warm light is bound to sweep
Endless wood to blossom, bear fruits
And fill the world with scent of blooms,
Colours aplenty and sweetness and honey,
As dawn blooms to bright warm day
Of vision and direction to lead me ahead,
To bridge the past to future thro’ present,
To sprout wings to awaken life’s spirit;
It is life’s spring to heaven and above
With goals ahead on right time’s wings,
Till spring slowly slithers to winter’s womb.