In Waiting of Light...
Where I was born,
Lot of nights there,
The sun set at his place,
But the moon forgot to awake.
Light lost its power,
Helpless eyes,
Unexpected things done,
No chance to solve.
Once light sparked,
Recognized I myself,
Nobody there,
Might doing their work.
Darkness covered again,
Full of frustrations,
And anxiety splitting my heart,
Beating got down.
My workers going on strike,
And I slept,
The Sun rose,
But I didn’t...
By: Ankit Patel
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