The dark hour. <br />Pitch black. <br />The night sparks, <br />with sudden stars. <br />With a glory unattained, <br />the night-shroud whispers <br />to the tumultuous ocean, <br />a longing unknown. <br />Breaks from the unfathomable darkness, <br />chaos of a roaring dawn. <br />stamping its thump <br />in this lonely night sky. <br />An endeavour <br />to sweep the earth off its feet. <br />Leaps of joy, <br />in the boundless ocean. <br />the cumulative sorrow, a burden unshed, <br />smothered in a second. <br />All that was, <br />vanishes… <br />for all that is, to come. <br />and thus ends a creation, <br />to create the uncreated.<br /><br />Sarvesh Kulkarni<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birth-of-some-moment/
