One night when all my hostel mates were either sleeping or studying for the final examinations.. I was awake past mid night and wrote this. I relate to this even today, when I am no long a teenager...
Through the densest fog and the darkest night,
there seemed a light..
a misty dream lost long ago
brought back itself.. a hope, a life or just a shadow?
The dreams called for it was a hope,
the night screamed it was a shadow!
And life cried..
for its last hope, the weakest shadow
the dream that was lost long ago.
even if it is just a shadow, then we can expect that the light is present somewhere. :)
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