No Day Is Blessed, No Day Is Cursed Poem by Mohammad Younus

No day is blessed, no day is cursed—
We carve its meaning, for better or worse.
We fill it with light, with love, with grace,
Or cloak it in shadows we choose to embrace.

The sun will rise, the winds will sing,
The river hums, its echoes ring.
Yet in our hearts, the ember glows—
To kindle a flame or let it repose.

Each day unfolds—a canvas bare,
A stage where dreams and fates declare.
With every stroke, we choose the hue—
To gild with gold or drown in blue.

So weave with hope, with care, with light,
Let moments shimmer, let spirits take flight.
For time flows on, a fleeting stream—
A gift to cherish, to live, to dream.

—MyKoul