The bright streaks of light
Twinkles in the darkness of night
Conscience slowly fades away
And in pensive mood we lay
There is an urge to write
For we stand to fight.

Words that embellishes our notion
As if we apply a lotion
They'd try to pull me back
But I've learnt to make a comeback
The vivid images fashes
Of the memories that I burnt to ashes.

The clever use of diction
Creates a work that may be of fiction
But for sure it's a work of sheer art
So let's at once kick-start
For poetry is an art
Of potraying your heart