Out of the lengthening shadows,
Hugging a bleak barren landscape,
Will come out a surging ocean of,
All-pervading light,
Flooding all the crevices and voids.
Out of the womb of inky darkness,
Will emerge brightness white,
Despair will not last forever,
My mate,
It is going to be the gentle
Harbinger of
Pink-faced hope!
Rejoice!
The end leads to
New beginnings,
It is all circular;
A fresh dawn awaits
Every gloomy night!
Every tragic waste yields,
Fresh crop of changes vital,
A persistent stasis,
Collapses suddenly,
Revealing newer horizons,
And,
Contours of
Higher evolution,
Because,
History never is reversed but,
Always moves forward,
And,
Hark! My mate!
It teaches us,
People-power cannot be
Trampled for long!
