Wishu Sindhu

Beginning of a Night

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. ~Oscar Wilde

Looks like the end of our day
I see the beginning of a night
Are you going to run away?
Or would you stay with me and fight?
Do you still believe,
That light will return?
Or are you packing to leave,
For a greener sojurn?
Whatever you decide
Do what to you seems right
I'll stay here in my shrine
And for you I'm always going to yearn
Letting go when it's time
I guess that's something I'll never learn
One day when I'm feeling ready
This whole place I'm going to burn
Burn with it slow and steady
Like a phoenix I will return

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