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A Ray Of Hope


































This is a poem I wrote one afternoon in the summer of 2006. A few months after I migrated to the US as a newbee. We all have gone through 'challenging phases' and this was mine, and here is the poet inside me that came out for the first time, This blurry phase did pass, but I surprised myself by penning down a poem :)


A RAY OF HOPE

I patiently wait for that day,
When life will again happen my way!

I look at my past,
And wonder 'Do things ever last ? '

Gone are those carefree days forever,
Present is just for momentary pleasure .

Days pass and nights go by,
Nothing ever changes, just like the sky ..

There are those phases in life
That take you down a waterslide ..

As I struggle to emerge out,
A day will come when I can laugh out loud !

All I can do is .. wait patiently !

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