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when a midnight's thought
evaporates before the first ray of sun,
the failed resolutions
wait for the dusk to germinate again,
only to go astray!
the process of refurbishing the self,
does not move beyond a prologue of half-heartedness,
seeing and finding the loved ones
in the faces of unknown people
in the journey of life,
being a small good samaritan of love and compassion,
for them,
takes lives closer to the sanctum
or the repository of peace.
the cacophonies of life,
now left little behind!
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13 comments

  1. GILDASPOEMS · October 31

    Beautiful!

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  2. Thank you so much Gilda

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  3. sailajaP14 · November 1

    You’ve described the cycle of hope and despair very well. Thank you for sharing. 😀

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    • Well summed up Sailaja, a state of helplessness amidst a craving to do better , spread compassion n love or happiness ! Hope is seeing n treating fellow passengers of life journey as our loved ones, a replica or a near verbatim ! Just my thoughts ! Thanks a lot for reading . Blessed times!

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      • sailajaP14 · November 2

        Keep putting those beautiful thoughts into words, Kamakhya. The world needs poets like you. 😀

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  4. Vivek Vatsal1 · November 2

    Much is said in few words!!☺👍beautifully expressed!👍

    Liked by 1 person

  5. historypresent · November 3

    Brilliant!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. girlandworld · November 4

    Is untitled it’s title?

    Liked by 1 person

  7. seenu625 · November 14

    Nice article. Thanks for sharing.

    Like

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