The New Dawn


Every dismal , dreary dark hour 

is followed by a youthful , sanguine dawn

 when the raw rays of the rising golden orb ,

touch down upon the woebegone land

replenishing it with renewed optimism

 thus , giving impulse to a

new , and throbbing


If my words had wings…….

If words had wings

I would send mine 

flying into the sky

crossing the

vast blue oceans ,

soaring past  

the mighty mountains ,

into the wilderness unknown,

and the civilizations galore..

Flapping , gliding

and drifting

into those hapless places

that have been

shrouded in  darkness

 since time immemorial –

 A world of nescience ;

Incognizant to

the power of Knowledge

and the miracles

it can perform

And there my words

shall hover 

for sometime

till they bring about 

a new age , a new dawn .