Night Falls Day Dawns
why are we so afraid of the night
that we have accustomed ourselves to sleep through it
for one, there is the sun in the day
that pinches our eyes with its stingy ray
while the humble night sky lets us gaze and gaze
deep into abyss and stars and daze
and think, think out loud
Ah yes, it is thought, that is then crushed
befallen we are, at the behest of the day
the morning azaan calls out for pray
transcendental disciplining of dismay
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