The light seeps in like a rope
The dark is thrilled, bewitched
The light comes as a hope
The dark was always a comfort.
The light blinds with its glare
The dark hugs with its frost
The light tries to bring warmth
The dark fights to keep the quiet.
The light, a familiar figure
The dark, an enigmatic home
Both, forever opposites, yet
Made of the same flesh and bone.
Author: Shriya Simran Pradhan