Oh! darkness, shrivel, shrink <br />and vanish from the minds <br />when dawn arrives on its <br />golden chariot. <br />Keep the mortal beings pure <br />where one defeat or death <br />from the self professed Gods, <br />a reason to prove them wrong. <br />And in a moment of haste <br />in straight simple shrines <br />time not wait in a mantle <br />to silence the torments of a day. <br />Oh! dark nights, wither, die <br />or light lanterns to capture <br />the elusive divine spark. <br />Break open those glass doors <br />and in those closed connivance <br />life not offer its fuel for a breath. <br />Redeem the dark, cruel, harsh <br />angst from minds <br />and tame those fatuous clouds <br />on a gentle breeze and replenish <br />fragrance from the morning flowers. <br />Oh! the pale forlorn past <br />clear those debris from the sea shore, <br />recycle and feed those profane <br />waves to satiate their avid hunger. <br />Pierce through hearts and light <br />lamps luminous in thousands <br />when dawn arrives on its <br />golden chariot..<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/d-a-w-n/
