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This poem is one which came about in a very random, incomplete and abstract way to me. So even after a lot of thinking the title space on notepad still read “untitled” and somehow it began to make sense. And I didn’t think twice before posting it.

There is a story to tell,
About a young lad,
Who dreamed to be big
Someday.

He grew tall by the day,
He had learnt it all,
By the day.
The long night was yet to come.

It was some night.
No wolves did howl,
No stars did shoot,
But yes, silences spoke.

The night only grew darker,
That outreaching hand retired.
The day was yet to come,
“Hope!” He smiled.

That’s when he stopped
His story.
The dots scattered all over.
They will connect, I gather,
Someday…

 

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