Night too gentle.

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Frail and fragile , discerning beyond the mist,
The ‘Day’ stood up, to leave before the moon lit,
As the ‘Dusk’ made it, with a playful grin.
“They’re heartless my boy, there’s no way to win”.

Frightened by the heinous and the wicked beasts,
‘Dusk’ too young to stand and resist,
Leaving no trails, no scent in the wind,
‘Night’ too gentle, calm and serene.

Driven by the monsters’ horrific lust,
Killed were many, they gave in to the unjust.
They blamed the ‘Night’ for its dark skin,
Night too gentle, calm and serene.

Thwacked and hauled; a shackled wrist,
‘Light’ was dying as seen by the rest!
They blamed the ‘Night’ for being the dark twin!
Night too gentle, calm and serene.

They hated the ‘Darkness’, they burnt its nest,
‘Night’ too cold to move its frozen fist.
En route to uproot the guiltless night’s wing,
Night too gentle, calm and serene.

No Light, no Darkness, both cease to exist.
No life, no love, no hint of the nicest.
No cycle of dawn and dusk is to be seen,
Night too gentle and calm; it just gave in.

Penned down by Pranav Hegde

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