Eternal Flow Of Light And Shadow Poem by Santanu Banerjee

When dawn ascends, the world begins to wake,
With golden hues that pierce the shrouded mist,
A promise born, as shadows start to break,
In gentle whispers, hope begins to twist.

The day unfolds, a canvas broad and bright,
With trials marked by laughter, tears, and sweat,
As sunlit hours weave struggles into light,
In vibrant moments, peace and pain are met.

Yet twilight's brush will paint the sky with gray,
As stars emerge, their flickering embrace,
In tranquil dusk, the noise of life gives way,
And weary souls find solace in their space.

Like tides of time, both rise and fall align,
To seek the stars, one must the dark define.