Dialectics

Hope/despair binary; change/stasis

 

Dialectics

Out of the lengthening shadows,

Hugging a bleak barren landscape,

Will come out a surging ocean of,

All-pervading light,

Flooding all the crevices and voids;

Out of the womb of inky darkness,

Will emerge brightness white,

Despair will not last forever,

My mate,

It is going to be the gentle

 Harbinger of

Pink-faced hope!

Rejoice!

The end leads to

New beginnings,

It is all circular;

A fresh dawn awaits

Every gloomy night!

 Every tragic waste yields,

Fresh crop of changes vital,

A persistent stasis,

Collapses suddenly,

Revealing newer horizons,

And,

Contours of

Higher evolution,

Because,

History never is reversed but,

Always moves forwards,

And,

Hark! My mate!

 It teaches us,

People- power can not be

Trampled for long!