Blackish Dark amidst stars
Sitting alone bearing scars
Dim and drab, drought and cold
Tracking down for life’s support

Dry yet damp in the frigid air
Found someone with piercing stare
Gazing high, the moon in sky
Mustering hope with a reply
In a few hours, light underlies

Elated with hopes, grinning at light
Cheering up for another fight
Untired, Unwearied and reconciled
Rising up and not getting fragile

Soon after the dust of dark
Sun appeared beginning the march
Toppling down the dusk of despair
Brightened up the desolate fair