Darkness Lurks Beneath Light

The sheen of dawn emits hope by irradiating the earth's surface, 

It is then tenacious to discern that mystic darkness awaits in the next phase. 

To propel life to its ascertained terminal is a jugglery of time and destiny. 

When you win you are cloaked in canopy of hope 

But if you falter all darkness you enrobe. 

The effeminate power that evokes the light to procreate life, 

Is often imprecated as preponderance on earth who scales every niche with strive. 

Radha, whose name is being chanted as epitome of consecrated love, 

Lived her days of solitary darkness, a trial so rough. 

A farmer feeds umpteen mouths and the sound of his toil reverberates, 

He satiates the hungry stomachs but so often demises in debt. 

Polestar guides us with its subtle lustre so bright

Plays mystic game with the firmament on every peach dark night. 

She who shows light to the podium of holy basil every eventide

Finds her life to be sunken in unfathomed darkness

By patriarchs who invalidates all her actions with pride. 

Why the harbinger of luminescence are being daunted by darkness

When they avouch to infuse light in every life carving all happiness. 

Light brings the murky shadow trailing where you bask the fuming hope in its contiguity

But can ensure to envisage the satan darkness lurking in vicinity.