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The Morning Would Come
The Morning Would Come
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The silence has gone---
Withered leaves
Tired by the toiled steps
Struggling for the last existence.
Night of depression conquers the sky,
Poisoned odour defeats the air
The flower has lost her virginity.
The sky cries amidst the mist
The thunder beckons the devil
The last chapter's yet to be written---
The world's being devoured by darkness;
Devil is coming…
The lamp is lit-up;
But Devil refuses.
The flame shivers.
Close the door for Devil.
Don't allow him to come.
Rekindle the flame.
The white page is visible now,
Fill it up with new words.
Many chapters are yet to be written---
The night would be gone
The morning would come for sure
With a new Sun.
