When the days turn dark and dreams take birth,
Shines a beauty o'er the tall, dark hills,
Which being a missionary from the heaven
Lightens our pious, blue earth.
When never shall you glow,
Bring me back to the heaven,
I'm not among earth's cynical, cruel men.
When nights fall asleep,
Meets me your eyes,
To me, you're my life's obsession
And beyond you shall never I find any destination.
'Shall never you die? '
It's what I believe,
If it shan't be and upon me verified,
Shall never die a man but earth would surely have died.
Saheb Mohapatra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-118/
