It is not a thing of choice or content <br />It is in all forms a cursed sight <br />To move away from it, all fight <br />It bears the stamp of contempt <br />Yet it transforms the light <br />to a need- holy and important.<br /><br />Soumita Sarkar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-460/
