Tired eyes and exhausted hope,
Weak bones; hard to cope.
No sign of anything better
being stuck in this mental fetter,
I see my body wilt,
What can I do but quit?
“Won’t I see light? at least a beam?”
“How long more?”, I silently scream.
Just then, I saw a streak,
Amidst the bleak.
Like blessings coming forth,
Ah!, Faith and patience were worth.
The lesson is to wait,
It may be late,
But darkness isn’t your fate.
For these aren't lies,
Trust me, the sunrise is a treat to your sore eyes.
Look at the sunrise with wonder, O mighty one,
For its ultimate beauty has never been shun.
Anyone can ponder; age no bar,
And don’t forget to do your Surya Namaskaar!
