Through The Endless Night, I Waited Poem by Mohammad Younus

Through the endless night, I waited,
A crescent morning promised yet withheld,
As shadows clung to their reign,
Echoes of sorrow filled the air,
Movements listless, hearts heavy—
A fathomless abyss of despair.

When will the curtain fall on this night?
The crescent morning shall not delay,
The sun, surefooted and proud, will rise—
An awaited victor, casting out the hordes.
Darkness yields to the conquering light,
Never shall the sun retreat.

The true sun of beauty reigns,
No embellishment, no pretense—
A divine masterpiece, painted boldly,
With hues of shadow and radiance,
A blend of mystery and clarity,
Light upon light, poignant and pure.

Let us love the Crescent Morning,
Let us release the clutches of the night.
For the sun reveals all, renews all—
Binding us with hope that sustains.
The dawn sings of freedom,
And life begins anew—
as light births the enlightened soul.

MyKoul