Sweet day has gone and I sit infront of gloomy night.

Thinking of any way to make myself cheerful and bright

Upon my very eyes, everything seems black and white

I am in reverie, I don't know that what is wrong and what is right?

Gloomy night has invaded the whole place

Dark it seems but I believe, it has its own grace

Waiting to get from people some praise

Trying to win with day, the hard race

Sweet day has gone and I sit infront of gloomy night

Still trying to remove the unhappiness from my sight

Uttering some words to sing the songs of rays of light

Thinking of a way to capture night before it reaches height

My spell is not working

My heart is fretting

Dark shadows are lurking

I am badly sulking

Sweet day has gone and all the time, night can't also stay

It is transient, I know so it should not be here for long anyway

Now night, you can't be here all the time, so what you say?

You will have to go astray, you will have to go astray

Day will come

It will shine

Everything will look

So very fine

But don't forget to write poems

Full of rhythm and rhyme

Because poems express your thoughts

And by reading/writing them pleasure is all your's as well as mine