In The Hours Of Darkness

By Siddhant Tiwari

In the hours of darkness,

Whilst the moonlight keenness,

At the mercy of line of thinking,

Unescorted by the eyes blinking,

Looking onto the stolen springtides,

Mortals meaning their sphere blear-eyed,

Dribbles the soul of sadness deep down,

Spawning sense impression as of bark Flat Crown.

In the sphere of secular interests,

Enduring enunciate gratification as fest,

If superfluity, ameliorate the folks on the breadline,

Liberating the cosmos off the melancholia shine.

Seventh heaven will embosom every man jack,

Inanimate will lionize the macrocosm back,

All and sundry be endowed with all 9 yards,

Exuberance, ecstasy, euphoria abiding in common cards.

By Siddhant Tiwari