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Story – A Poem

Posted on June 23, 2018 by Anshuk Attri

Every day sun comes up,
shining high and bright,
But to my darkened room,
it fails to send its light.

A purpose, an aim, for me,
these words have no meaning,
The past and the future,
is of what I keep dreaming.

But one thing persists in my mind,
a question, that I cannot resolve,
I hope this self inquisition unearths,
that which helps me evolve.

While the world toils, I wonder,
as I sit basking in my past glory,
If it were my last day,
would you even know my story?

 

PC: https://pixabay.com/en/beach-dawn-dusk-ocean-sea-1867285/

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