Blessed Light Poem by Rubel das raj
Blessed Light
Blessed light
When the night was,
when it was started
has end of it -oh moon?
Have you seen all - alone lonely;
with million of star?
How sweet the pain; !
Dark, True or False
born in night.
whatever blooming at day
its got at night,
as one determined.
happiness garden grows
always
at sorrowfulness mind.
on sorrow's mind.
night is eye of
day's light.
blessed light.
light.
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