Dimness crept up winding brightness
Shadows spread the blanket on hills.
Snoring and sobbing mated in darkness
Will the morrow dawn at the hills?
Still, a sweet smell of pheromone
Ends stillness; raising the pulse
Casts its power to open the morn
Spurring a day's mighty impulse.
Eighty turns in to eighteen quick
Prematurity shrinks to maturity soon.
Bondage and slavery break the clock
As cracks in history swallow the boon.
Who knows-but Almighty the owner-
Hope and welter in darkness, we!
Pray and subdue to His Power
Dream a better day next in glee.
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Pray and subdue to His power..an awesome line! A lovely creative poem. Beautifully penned.; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope and dreams. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.