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The Sun’s yet to Come

The clock’s ticking and taking away,

the past 368 days with it and still counting
but trying to make new footprints still seems daunting.

Having no clue in my lonely mind,
I’m still trying to find the end of this strife

Maybe meaning’s still left in this new life.

I know that the sun’s yet to arrive,

So why not enjoy the current moonlight

Having hope at every second of this time,
Let’s come out of the darkness and make this year shine.

I might have been blinded with an unknown fear,

But I know, losing hope just makes it queerer
Past experiences have made me come to this epiphany,

Hope is still left in this peculiar uncertainty.

The daylight might seem to vanish in this new mist,

but should that ever stop us from hoping for the best?

Why not hanker ourselves to stitch a new day in our diary
and unveil a new page in this life turned dreary?

The world might have changed its usual self and changed its course,

But let’s not dampen our lives because of a single curse
because the sun’s yet to come by and liven up the azure sky.

By Nafisa Ahamed | IX- I

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