Exhaustions of The Insincere

By Mukesh Choudhry

Might our sun shine differently

Tonight, and the magic of the moon,

Alight, will burn the skies and all their

Frights, impossible as a jest just,

Right. We'll learn to wield the

Might they yield,

Tonight, and part the seas, set paths

Alight, to chase the lies of patience,

Fright, laid in dearth for all that's 

Right. Fight for our owed dawn of might.

By Mukesh Choudhry