Days Of Golden Rays Poem by Sumit Datta

These days of frost mist and haze
Will die to bring the days of golden rays,
The darkness and despair will die
Clouds will paint again a vibrant azure sky.
Galaxies will cry and stars will lament
To resurrect sweet angelic sentiment.
Nefarious justifications and logic will perish
Souls will touch the higher selves and flourish.
On the rock sand and soil's bosom
Countless buds and flowers will blossom.
Nightingales will sing, skylarks will fly
Rancor and resentment will bid us goodbye.
A divine symphony will deluge every heart
Universe will rejoice with its sweet immortal art.