A poem by P. Janya

It was not in the night that the darkness evolved, For darkness is not a being but a mere state. The state of being and not, For it evades the lightened heart. We walk through the past, present and the future times, Hand in hand, soul in soul.... We relive the happened times, for we live again through the days of yore, We live through the sorest of disdain, as people evolve with the passing times, The times were bad but the smiles were real, And we live again and again.... As we smile at the darkness that evolves into a glorious dawn." ~ P Janya.