by Dr M C Gupta
Thoughts about the night of death.
|DARKEST NIGHT: a sonnet|
When brightness of the day is almost gone,
The evening shadows loom in horizon;
The sky is full of clouds where sun had shone
And hope has given way to derision;
When pleasures of the life are there no more,
When gloom and darkness everywhere abound;
When spirit cannot any more endure,
When not a ray of happiness is found.
Will that count as the darkest night of all?
Will that be the one full of black travail?
Will it be just a precipitous fall?
Will it be a moment without avail?
No, that won’t be for me the darkest night
As He will beckon me with kindly light.
* Honourable mention award in the "Inspirations" contest, "Invalid Item" , Round 2, hosted by destinydances .
M C Gupta
8 March 2008