• prasanna_k_roy 22w


    Day dawns defying dark
    I rise in mist of doubt
    Cradles me your denying lark
    Frames me brutal bouts.

    I ascend from craven to heart
    I hold life before death
    Live yet I may long, not art
    It is though I'll not live sheath.

    Yes I fear but yet I face
    Not the worst can rise forth it
    I may fall beforth lest grace
    But I deny the yield alit.

    It's I that yields and make falls and it's I that fights.
    I is you, in down deep, to make the choice of dark or light.