The darkness was great
With no chinks of light,
Someone comes with a threat
No victory after all the fight.
A sun that shone so bright
Got eclipsed, Reasons unknown
A sun that had shone
Suddenly invited the Night.
Had I been a poet, I might
Have written a line of grief,
Happiness is a sheaf
Of corn, A blindman's eyesight….
A sun that shone so bright Got eclipsed, Reasons unknown A sun that had shone Suddenly invited the Night..without change in life it will stand to stagnation and no variation will be seen.... it is natural cycle and one has to accept the fact...lovelypoem dear sir......10 read mine...sentimental fool...woman'swomb..i miss
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‘Happiness is a sheaf /Of corn, A blindman's eyesight….’…some Bengali poet wrote blinds see better and deafs hear better…so why not viewing thro’ eyes of heart...your metaphor well reciped…thanks for sharing Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10