The morning`s arrived, the mind all set <br />all the lovely birds chirruping around whom i met <br />but i don't sing with them in this rush arc <br />for i have been singing the whole dark <br />no one with their biased phases <br />no shout of cheer-'you live hundred year' and no praises <br />with no color to overcome <br />the 'divine' dark as when they want some <br /> they'll get none <br />so just go with your beats 'the heartily beats' <br /> the only one <br /> <br />Oh the cold breeze sending me some message <br />from abroad, in a mumbo-jumbo tune <br /> so i turned my diary <br />noted some tunes and just went with it <br />felt every heat, every beat, <br /> so neat <br />let me enjoy the moment, my desire, the fest, <br />of dark, a momento or lest, <br /> this would go to abroad <br /> far, far from here, <br />taking my message to my foreign friend, <br />why cant you be here but there?<br /><br />prakhar mishra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-s-divine/
