The Dark room
In between this wall of bleary dreams
Exist the darkness of shining embers
Where ardor burns wildly in the belly
Of a mensch in the heart of the night
The sky is the crest of the dark room
Where thoughts swim amidst its chest
Unlike the current of the ocean waves
Only few reach the shore of the horizon
Solitude donning lonesome owl days
Sitting at the dark corner meditating
At night staring at the illusion of star
Where hope billowed up into the sky
The moon has found solace of lone
To emit words of light from the dark
An Immortal words they live to create
But they reside in the lurking dark room
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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