Dwight

By Gurveer Singh Sandhu

On a Day of Resentful Sorrow,

A little happiness I could borrow.

Met a Man, his name was ‘Dwight’,

Shining sun later a gloomy night.

Moved ahead he, asked me name

Told him that, sure I said ‘no game’.

Met a Man, his name was ‘Dwight’

Carried a book, that was white.

Wield his pen, he wrote it down,

The world then seem so happy around.

Met a Man, his name was ‘Dwight’

Smile so bright as a Godly Might.

By Gurveer Singh Sandhu