The night of dark

It was the night, the night of dark,
With no signs of moon nor a glimpse of stars,
And coloured with cloud very black they call,
Forces me to think about my past alone.
The past of dark with which I met once,
The past that forces me to think....
Think about the night I met that "Rowdy one"
Oh! "I can't proceed" is the thing that comes,
I lost focus on what was important it turns,
That left me confused about what will be my future?
Oh! That fills the heart with anxiety over and over.

Pity I feel and cry for long,
Will I proceed again?? Was the question in all my thoughts.
Then comes my father with a lighted lamp,
I wiped away my tears and again I stand!
And I walk alone with no other thoughts,
This time with no cries, no question, no anxiety at all,

I feel that lamp had got some magical world in it,
Which is bought by my father whenever I need,
And I know someone truly cares for me,
The lost soul finds her path happily,

But again she's stuck again with clots,
The clots of thoughts,the thousands all along,
The thoughts now seems like some different ones,
The ones that says your time is yours.

For sure she knew her father had not only sowed a seed,
But caring for it until his last breath,
And is so proud to be the part of her,
Coz he knows that fruits will be awesome!
Kumari Harshita