The hour of change is like the violet twilight sky
Explosion of shifting colours that can beautify
your life amid some uncertainty and goodbye;
The ride can seem turbulent and might terrify
But aren't you born to wear your wings and fly
from the cage of monotony that makes you cry?
Dawn and dusk lends you the magic eye
To recognize change as a divine lanternfly
That will illuminate your path as you walk by.
© Purba Chakraborty
25.04.2018
Note: This is a monorhyme poem. It is a very simple poetry form where all the lines have the same end rhyme.
