The silvery crescent
beaming with compassion ,
first gold of dawn
thwarting the black terror ,
gushing rivers
singing a saga of sanctity-
a saga that could humble
all manifestations,
Then, why stand petrified
by the fire lit by yourself?
a self flourish of ambiguities
& repine,
If discern the other side of darkness ,
you lay ablaze in ethereal incandescence
The hieroglyphs of creators rescue…
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