The dying yesterday tries to survive
Under the wings of its own despondence
But the joy of today still here alive
With its last vapour of faith to condense
And tomorrow’s sparkle now starts to gleam
For a painted vase holds the day that’s gone
As stars grasp the sky bathing in new beam
The dying past weeps forgetting the dawn
No shadow to haunt those shadowy days
Of that forgotten path no more dreaming
The faded last hours darken their ways
For the blues of heaven now start screaming
The dying day summons- farewell of pain
When clouds of hope bring days full of rain
Written on the afternoon 15th June,2010
©Munia Khan 2010
A most dellightful read!