As the night slowly descends,
The ghosts of the past,
The mistakes, the lost and the smothered,
The boy scared to his deepest bones,
Prepares himself for them,
Those that have chased him for eternity,
Hopelessness, despair and plight,
Everynight they come,
Sometimes shrivels him in his sleep,
Sometimes drop him to the trenches deep,
The boy scared and lonely,
Closes his eyes and tell himself each day,
This all would be worth someday,
For the night is not eternal,
For the plight is not eternal…..
How do you come out with such imaginative ideas??? Cute Doggy 😍
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Haha Aunty ji. Maybe because of your love and support. 😁😁
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Mashallah…I’m bumbled 🙏🙇♂️
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I read it again, and then looked at the dog’s eyes, and then gave it a read again. I don’t know why I feel what I feel when I read the last line “the plight is not eternal” it’s just too hearbreaking.
Hope you’re having a great day, Bhai!
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Maybe bhai you just got the gist of it all. The plight is not eternal but may last for sometime until everything just becomes a pleasure. Just like a storm.
I had a good day bro. I hope you did too. 😁
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Oh, wow. The storm that comes to clear away obstacles in one’s path, rather than destruction and pain.
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Sure, I had an awesome one!! 😊
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