A Day Like 50 thousand years

Sleeps' cousin awakens. No sun, no star, nothing for the moon to reflect.

A day of monumental stress supreme. True reality manifest.

World of illusion put to rest. Test scores tallied and Judgement made,

Suits of flame in the dismal pit or the coolness of the gardens shade



By
Habib Abu Lateef
©2021



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A Day Like 50 thousand years