A Summon

In an avid sense of vagueness
Nothing, a kind of, sorts out
In thou lies certainity of everything
If thy soul seeks it.
Light is all for anonimity
It burns and glows as well
Thee ripes thou changes
Thou a fruit shall serve all.
Conquering is a rhetoric scene
Serving is the quest of happiness.
Light does not reckon you,
It's the dark that summons your call
By which you change for opt.

Reviews

[Priyanshi]

Wow....this one I loved really so much.....A summon....a wonderful poetry....
the lines are so true...every line tells the truth in your poem.
Keep on writing Writer:))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the darkness is vague, as is often our conscience or our thoughts, but in the light we see them more clearly. and some make us want to shadow ourselves again just to be safe.

[Anjali]

Your poems are quite mature... And illusional too... I always find myself in a kind of dream land whenever I read your writings... I loved this one!