Don’t go back to your old ways,
Try to get out of that mud,
There is love and light for you to grow,
You are still an about to bloom bud,
Hands folded, head held high,
You have to forget your heart’s cry,
When something and someone is pure,
It is rewarded for sure,
Let the times be obscure,
You have to hear past the tumultous,
The sound of nature,
It bestows the real things the strength to endure;
Even if your heart is breaking into a billion pieces,
Just let the rivers of pain flow,
Because days and nights keep shifting,
But always after the darkness,
We feel the sunrise’s glow.
(First published on 17th Jan, 2020)
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