Life was ruthless and I was quiet,
Roads were dark and there was no plight,
Silence was profound and everything was numb.
When life took a turn, and shackles were shunned,
The dawn of hope pierced the darkness,
Was it a myth or mystic charm ,
That steered my heart and enlightened my soul.
I trampled the earth and walked on the desolate road,
The gusty winds blew past-by,
And I hovered in search of another sky.
Ashish Saket
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