Today

The days are cold and dreary,

There is fear in the air,

It reeks of something scary,

With a whiff of sinister air.



Darkness whirls within us,

Like a storm-cloud in the air,

The light in the heart withers,

With an impending gloomy glare.



Shall we let this darkness,

Have a heyday in the lights stead,

Or shall we fight for the light,

And the promise of a beautiful day?



My country calls upon me,

To make this choice today,

For silence, means nothing but,

An approval for this dark fare.