Light of the world

Does the sun go home
sweeping his golden robes
over the darkening navy blue ?
His warmth stays behind to comfort
the little feathered ones waiting in nests
for their suns to come home
Black-winged silhouettes in the orange dusk
too succumb to primitive homecoming instincts
when the darkness looms like a large demon
abruptly blotting out the lively cacophony of day.

Only a few brave crickets incessantly chirp
amidst green hedges, secure in their holes
What they say only the sleepless care
The rest listen to circadian rhythms
as the streets turn into alleys grim
where vague shadows of inner dread eerily loom
A pale queen too has settled into her niche
sprinkling a tired world with healing dust

Leaving it to lick its wounds in the lap of night
The sun goes around yet another bend
and rises with undiminished splendour
to light up yet another million lives
in some other worlds
still floundering in the dark
For he who has never seen a night
can never sleep.
©Reena Prasad
Published in the anthology “Heavens above poetry below”  2013
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