Old blog – Another random scribbling

As the sun steps down

Darkness surrounds

Black starts growing

Fading light on ground

Lonesome I sit and stare

Wandering over the skies miles high

I see a glitter with a spark

T’was a star, waving

As if conveying

Don’t stress

The light’ll be back

With smiles around

Bringing you the lost joy

And happiness newly found.

Thee Raj