The Rising Sun a symbol of Rising Hopes
I miss those days
when I was in my dreams.
A multistore of happiness
dejection and solitary together.
The days of struggle protected me
gave me a right direction.
A stamina to fight,
all were beholders and spectators.
While I alone was rowing the
boat of my sufferings.
Some encouraged me
while some remained indifferent.
But more of others waited
to watch the climax.
Ultimately I overcome,
and they still are watching.
The rising sun of my life.
About the Creator
Lokesh Burman
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