Lights Poem by Eshna Dutta
Lights
The lights outside.
The cry inside, dark and dark.
She makes the pretty face of heaven so fine,
Like the dead moon shines in the dark night.
An empty hole in everything,
Yet somehow her light pierces in;
She lightens up my world every day,
And as she continues to shine on and on,
The darkness gets washed away,
And with a hope in my heart, I wait for the aeons to come.
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