Unkind Hours

The night, extremely nervous, trembles at the first appearance of light

Rolls up like an unclean curtain that obfuscated the dreams for too long

In all this, the little events, like unkind apparitions, hovered around

A world feels distressingly silent on the circumstances of man’s trouble

Feeble supporting voices vanish like mysterious smoke, stifled breathing

Scarlet skies are not the reflections of untroubled radiance or cosmic awakening

Slender chances, harrowing pathways, extremely devious journey ahead

Sooner, the brightness will dwindle, expected to usher grim feelings

Lands bereft of inspirational voices will only echo nervous reminders

No more elegant scenes composed of blissful thoughts, of hope and grace

Charmed time is forcefully pulled towards the deepest crisis


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