DARKNESS-A TALE TO TELL
Darkness- people often afraid of it
To begin with, I have learnt to embrace it,
For it is that which insists the poet within me
Triggers words of different kind
Playing inside my mind
Pop up- there the seedling goes
Now bud, flower, ripe and thrive
Laid- there the egg goes
Then break, mould and grow
Build up, finally into a masterpiece
(May not be for everyone else but for me it surely is- A Masterpiece *sigh*)
People complain of darkness
We know different varieties of darkness
For we have different varieties of life and
Each variety possesses a particular darkness of its’ own
May it be-
A child doesn’t want it for being frightened of ghosts
Or, a kindergarten kid doesn’t like to brush after dark, before bed
Or, a teenager doesn’t have the gut to study till late night but has a compulsion
Or, an adult loathes darkness because he can’t drift to sleep;
Probably he isn’t wishing to have sleeping pills taken again, like every other nights
Or, a girl is more than just terrified to walk through the dark, conjuring alleys and hallways;
Perhaps she is insecure about receiving an uninvited guest to take over her body
Or, a couple wants to avoid daily bedtime quarrels and arguments
Or, a sick, old grandpa is too tired to accept the pain which shows up invincibly at night, relatively
And believe me, they hate each and every nights
Nights they suffered, nights yet to come
In fact the ‘Darkness’ hurts them
Maybe every story seems tiny but is painful though
No-one better than a sufferer knows
But look! There….
Exactly there, a person lies who has no days and no nights to hate; no light and no dark to count
This is where,
Life would have forever been a darkness if the being had chosen it to be
But darkness can be defeated and they have proven it
Hark!
The mourns have no bounds
Dark or light, it doesn’t matter at all
Life is all about surviving one more meal, whenever it be
But quitting never was an option here
They keep on going, whatever it takes
Feel,
How someone is picking up a grain from the road when we are taking everything for granted
Don’t overlook,
The respect they show to their work;
Irrespective of how small it is
They cherish every single bits of their hardships
If they can, why can’t we?
Why are we adding the so- called ghostly darkness to our lives?
Taste,
Every struggles and challenges that life is endorned with
This is what makes it worth narrating
Truly, it’s a blessing
Smell,
The heavenly aroma
Soaring up above with the winds
The fragrance that this living planet carries
Sky, trees, birds, water and many more
Isn’t it a heaven?
Shouldn’t it be a reason to keep going because it’s worth breathing?
To witness every miracles nature brings, every surprises life gifts
Don’t forget, day seems important only because night exists
Light counts precious for darkness exists!!
Zerone is an undergrad publication at I.O.E, Pulchowk focusing on People (their creative side, their thoughts, their lives) and Technology (the new, the old, everything).
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