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