Nights Of The Rising Sun Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

No star is shining bright enough,
To bring me light this night.
No Sun can rise before the dawn,
And take away my fright.
But still I wait, strong and straight,
Drying up all my tears.
A fear of loosing it all, I hate
Fear, above all fears.

There are no dreams, I havn't dreamt,
But closer to none I am.
Obstacles, no matter, come what may,
I do not give a damm.
Since then I face, the flashes of fate,
With a smile on my face with fun.
I wait, against my will, I wait,
For the Night of The Rising Sun.

Against my will, but hope it is,
That cradles me from the rough.
My mind says so, I'll see the rays,
Victory over the dark isn't that tough.
Though if somehow the dark survives,
This night, just like some.
I'll move along just as I say,
TOUGH TIMES ARE STILL TO COME...!