Orange Pastel Poem by Sameer Agnihotri

What is orange light from the feathers that makes me so gloomy, once again I see the clandestine memories hidden from mortals visible to single soul.
I see this big smile hiding the inestimable pain and agony. This orange light is no good, reminds of some eccentric upcoming. The atmosphere in complete silence, as though the happiness has been uplifted from the life.
Its ominous influences now embrace every soul, no happy face is seen. I do not see a ray of hope, for this beam has overshadowed every good elements on this world.
A cold silence is peeving my nerves, no winds, branches died.
The susurration of leaves have ceased, no hope of happiness is perceptible.
What is lark, who is the mater behind this, strange is his existence.
Now this carroty deepens, a harbinger of unhappiness and ill will. Strange mystical structures are being formed in the heavens. Pale silence is encompassed every place, no hope of bliss. This unparalleled rivalry between bright and dark will rage till eternity. Though generations pass few will remain to tell this lore.