Dusking Night

A darkening evening brought me with many skeptical thoughts. And guess what? I am charged again to write my own poems. And here it goes....

How the Sun plunges deep?

Has he many promise to keep?

When the day dusk, does hope goes to sleep?

Does night has many promise to keep?

When I look through my window,

I see the world, has miles to go?

When I see the dark to creep,

Does night has many promise to keep?

If its never gets bright tomorrow?

Does death, not have a sorrow?

If never comes the day to peep,

Will night have many promise to keep?

If night never grows white, 

If dawn 'n dusk get into fight;

When will the hope lark?

Wish nights would never be dark...

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