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Sometimes I stretch my hand

A ray of hope that I hold on to

Some dreams that I paint in a canvas

A life with laughter, smile and happiness.

 

There are times when I have walked in darkness

Tears and whispers left along the way

Shining stars and towards moonlit nights

Hope for a day when sun shines tirelessly

 

Dark patches of life follow me everywhere

Raises the finger and mends my way –

Somehow they succeed too much in glory

And halts my journey even before I took my first step…


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