In the end of one’s stillness, a tear shall grow
Which like an ignored note, will be forgotten
Like unfulfilled stories, nights will also pass
Followed by twilights which shall bring enchantment
Alas! There remains no sign of all that radiance
And now I search for a single drop of illumination or tinge
Fearful, fluttering and bewildered,
I run after a twilight which shall bring enchantment