In The Stillness Of Night, Poem by Aftab Alam

Once I stood there, in the stillness of night,
Enshrouded with darkness; with no hope,
A destitute with despair, marooned; no light,
Closed my eyes, prayed for resplendent rope,

Wretched I was; not empty, hope I hoard,
Hopelessness -a wrath, music without chord,
I never let it go, for me, my only hope- my life,
When day broke, broke my fear; said -rife,

Whole day took new borne leaves, chewed
Foliage; they gave me strength un-stewed,
Then slowly-slowly water found her way,
Once all they gone their way, I got my way,

Wretched must endure, one must keep the sublime
Destitute and enrich. One is fall other is climb