Life's passion

Dark night has fallen upon my dreams gay and bright,
It's neither heavy nor a quail's feather so light
The night is pointing at grave and groove
I strived for twilight therefore the Dark moment grew not darker
Dawn smiled with another day of life aloof of all Blues!

The depth of Seas and Oceans questions the drops from High
The drops with no deep sigh
But the tears of rain or Oceans are filled with grief of same intense

The Mounts that are yet to be conquered
The snow-clad that are yet to be smeared
Let the Moon's sheen be full of blaze unfettered
And let the Sun of my lively hope
Hover upon calm and cool streams
Lastly the Sun's rays are chilly and welcomed, and not at all feared.