And wakes you up from the illusion of darkness!

And wakes you up from the illusion of darkness!

B.P Sharma
Netherlands

My heart hasn’t become an old, ugly, and lonely
My eyes and lips and tongue are not surrounded by wrinkles as yet
To taste and feel the beauty of poetry
Somewhere deep into the blue sky
In the human cries
In the human ignorance
And the known and unknown.

Young as summer bud in a tree
I sit quietly in the seclusion
With a sweet aroma of poetry around me
When young birds sing the stories of love
I just sit and wait for the winter
Thinking about the fallen leaves in the streets of heaven and hell.
But the poetry is as young as the morning sun
Which peeps through your windows if you haven’t slept,
And wakes you up from the illusion of darkness!