A dark clouds

Soon dark clouds may disappear
I may have no more fatigue to wear
It is time to wipe out the tears
High hopes with good wishes to hear

Hope and despair always go together
Storm my lash out but to wither
What else you can expect with rising of sun?
Life can’t be shaped at the point of gun

It has its natural process to follow
With time and passage it may grow
Nothing takes place before time
Even if you make it secondary or prime

Bright rays may reflect on the ground
New life may emerge and it is clearly found
Sun moves all over and makes round
It looks systematic and very sound

Light and darkness can’t remain together
One has to depart from the scene altogether
Light to lead to the sunny side of the hill
Dark always to discourage and weakening of will

Many may prefer dark side to remain in oblivion
They prefer to avoid field and sit in pavilion
No one may know the exact nature of their logic
There is clear thinking and pure magic

Why to expose in public and invite wrath?
No one is immortal and there is certain death
Why to run after a thing which is not sure?
Why not sit at home and doubly assure?

It is still a sign of pasism
Not all think of optisism
It is way of life to mould
On must try possibly whatever he could

It is not right for us to think about dark or light
Everything must be left to Him and his might
He is there to support in possible way
We must sincerely follow our conscience and pray

Dark may not remain longer than expected
Both the sides may equally be respected
In their absence how could we come to know?
We must surrender and gracefully bow

On should not get carried away with little success
It may soon eclipse and have its recess
It will be very difficult to absorb sudden shock
You won’t be able to hide your face and talk

There has to be clear instinct to follow current trend
Forget and forgive tendency and willingness to mend
It may certainly lead to the satisfaction of all
We must observe it with priority as day’s call

Rise and fall is inseparable part of human being
On e day you be poor and next day as king
It is cycle that repeats at definite interval
We must rejoice and feel happy at its arrival

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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