Turning point

(703)  Krsna rajanii jay cale

The dark night goes away;
Bright days come again.
Those bent under loads of pain today
Will bask anon in joy's aftertaste.

Sweet memories about to be lost
Are scented songs filling the forest.
Tortured nights, lashed by grief,
Come to an end with proximity.^[1]

Worn-out rags are getting torn off,
Admitting gleams inside pitch-dark hearts.
Today's king, tomorrow's casualty;
Today's casualty, tomorrow's king.

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