Duality Poem by Thompson Emate

Two worlds in the chamber,
Two opposing forces fighting to hold sway,
One is called light,
The other is called night.

Darkness stealthily walks into slumber,
The helpless body lies,
The ambience in the room
is pervaded with gloom.

Two worlds embark on dawn's bus,
Two worlds basking in the summer sun,
One doesn't want to dwell in the shadows,
It wants to come to the meadows.

The sacred books are being searched,
The enigma is understood in part,
It's a sojourn across a turbulent sea,
The soul still seeks to be free.