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| illustration by 'Panchal Hitesh' |
After a storm of dark cloud,
penetrated the ray of light so loud.
Every hidden and frightened creature in the mist,
came out in the light with a tight fist.
Darkness surrounded the world with a stormy bow,
after this heart throbbing hurricane, appeared a rainbow.
When in a severe condition everyone lost their hope,
maybe it was destined, as our god didn’t wanted us to elope.
The world is his garden, where flowers bloom of every kind,
even in the dilapidated, he shall never break the bind.
The amount of trust we keep in fear, is the reason to our
fate,
let us give him little attention, he only requires our faith.
Similarly can I say, how much can one endure in his past,
get up on your toes as nothing in this world last.
Be it good, bad or happiness and frown,
the signature of life always reads "to move on".
-‘panchi’
Panchal Hitesh D.
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