Title is never important

this one a poem was written by my very dear friend Rameshwari when she was in tenth standard, we hope you people like it--

I walked through the dark in dismal hope

Tumult & turmoil everywhere

Floating in the air goes the song of melancholy strain

The beginning is far,

The end is near.

Startled my eyes become when I see the horizon

The sun is out! too bright for my eyes.

Sunlight reflects the colours unknown to my eyes

Wind sings joy, sun’s flowers bloom.

But I forgot the end is near.

I realize the blaze is out.

I become blind again… and

I know the end has come.