Twilight, a transition it sure is,
From light to darkness and light again,
Bearing a close resemblance somehow
To the cycle of Life.
The morning of life is the dawn of a day
Full of purity, vision and harmony.
Dusk brings in darkness along with
Hope of new daylight yet again,
Celebrating the triumph of philanthropy
However, changes as inevitable
Can be a friend or a foe,
A blessing or a curse.
A dawn or a dusk.
So, not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.