The Night Of The Fight Poem by Cyclopseven R

The brooding stillness of twilight
Hurry me into the stillness of the night
Could it be an end of a fight?
Or is it merely another common sight?
The menacing fear that pains the heart
Leaves me with many options to start
So, hurry me not too fast unto the night
B’coz I still have another life full and bright.
Fighting the tides
I wade the life
Ignoring many silly riles
I swim across humanity’s wiles.
Trudging along the thin line of fate
A belief that satisfies, but fake
I hurdled humbly across every take
And, land anew with a fresher breath.

Though its now twilight heading towards the night
I believe I am the catalyst
to set dominant blues of sky,
And cool mauves to overwhelm my life
without a sigh,
Manoeuvring skilfully
amidst rough-hewn stony life.

The brooding stillness of twilight
Hurry me into the stillness of the night,
I am the composer with utmost might
I know my life is nothing but my own fight,
And I shall wall up against it
all throughout the night.


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