Dawn in Metropolis

by Rasleen Balkies K. M.

The hummock, dark it was
no sunrise, no sunset
so shine and happiness around
spreading darkness to the soul.

The humus it boarded
hounded the existing humanity
for there existed in the world
no humane in the humanity.

Rose a gleam, a brightness
gem, a precious stone.
Brought light to the soul
which was leaping and dancing

knew no bounds of happiness.
Alas! from the same hummock
sun rose, birds chirped
glittered and spread its beauty .

20-Mar-2005

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