Dialectics

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!