Scarlet An open night,a cool night it is, the vast expanses show no light. What light could be there in such sulken cold, Where the wind batters All men, All night.. No light there is, yet there is light, The light form the moon, of silver white The light from the moon, on a scarlet night ; Which once was scarlet, but now, Silver white There is now light,on the scarlet bow, There is now light, in a silver show ; There is now light ;where there was none The light from nowhere,has now come. Who now says that the night is dark? Well, There is no one to say anything, There is no one to say nothing.... But there is someone, there is me... I am God. Who are thee? Suprateek Mitra 31/3/05
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The Times There are times under the golden sun, There are times in the rain, The minstrels flow on, but are never gone; And life goes on in it’s delicate sway… Times have gone and times are near, The woods are thick, and brimming, Of wild imaginations, that knows no fear, The times, They sure are changing… There were times I spent under the sultry sun, Which gave nothing more than blues, Of wrongs done, and long shadows cast, Tears flowed down silently,like the garden dew Found myself, I have, definitely, Regardless of any man’s point of view, The days go on, tirelessly, As I find myself out, anew As time goes on, and never ends, I don’t know when the end is coming, When the minstrels stop, and the earth opens up, But the times, They sure are changing…. Suprateek Mitra