RAY OF HOPE

The bright morning is a reminder of the dark past.
The dewdrops on the leafblades are but
the tears of the fiery howling night
that just got over and
that would soon come again


The day is governed
by the red hot anger of the sun
with lethargic people overburdened
by work to be completed and
social obligations to be fulfilled
The evening is a step
towards darkness, and destruction. It
prepares us for the night, when
the demons devour all
good and destroy all joy


The only happy time
is the night when the old
world is destroyed, and when
I can dream of new because
this is the only time when I
can look up to something better,
when nothing can be worse


In the pitch black darkness
of the night, I see
a ray of hope. It is
at night that I can dream, and
it is the night which gives me
courage, and hope, to pursue
my dream.
-Neha Manglik