The Light From Gloom

As din that's heard always, by peace gets drained and world around becomes a faded paint; all dreams assume new hues sans worldly taint and senses calm as soul flies high unchained! New clues, new views, new cues and news affined to soul alone unfurl in colours quaint as din that's heard always, by peace gets drained and world around becomes a faded paint. Who said this world is true and dreams are strained mind's fancy myths and pained heart's woeful plaints? It's time noesis dawns from visibles faint and mind and heart get numbed, by bliss contained as din that's heard always, by peace gets drained.