The Dark Night

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20/08/2010 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Little by little the rosy
sun sets,
Leaving us all in darkness,
That swells in its absence.

As if egged on by its
Failure to surface again
From its surrender, the
Darkness folds us in.

And then it leads into more
Abhorred fashion that never
Would’ve seen the light of day.

The little girls strut about
The streets
Wearing cosmetic smiles to
Hide the plague of
Discomfort rising within.

For the hungry, they say,
There aint no wrong in
This world of ours.

No wrong if it can kill
The cry of an infant.

No wrong if the cost of
Is a scythe through

There is no rationale
Involved, they say, to
weigh the pros for
Every action.

But of course the cons
Outweigh them. But why
Is it wrong
As life’s mine to live
By will.

One day you fight for
Wrong and the next you
Fight the wrong.

One day you fight the right
And then one day you
Fight the Dead.

‘Cuz the Dead have no
Morale left apart from
Personal Phantoms,
and the Dead need not

The choice lies with us
Mortals. Its a gift from
God to be able to
Ones personal Doom.

Siddiqui F.

Written in 3 parts. All but the last 2 paragraphs were written in the Library on 17.11.2009. The rest in the guest house of The Institute of Economic Growth, Delhi University on 05.08.2010.

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