The sun rises from the east no more.
Never again to set…
The world is now a dark remorse.
No longer do the flowers bloom
Nor the sycamores sway.
The world has now become a brooding gloom.
When will the winds stop blowing?
The rains stop falling? –the tides stop changing.
The night has come to stay.
The sun will no longer rise from the east
…nay… no more…
Written by : Najeev