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waking up to sun’s chant,
walking by the path laid out,

the path definitely shows signs,
of what is to come,

fear not that there is pain,
fear not that there is no solace,

nothing is permanent,
its just the path that is always there,

the path knows
the sweat and promises spilled,

day concedes to dark,
and i reach home,

while outside, moon fights a battle against darkness,
so that the path stays visible,
its like, the moon says, “little one, have rest and resume your quest in the morn while i keep watch for you.”

i acknowledge her greatness, her sacrifice, her love
with a smile and a tear.
i sleep.

waking up to sun’s chant,
walking by the path laid out,

peace was elusive yesterday,
it is a reason all the more,
for me to search for it today too.
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This poem is written forย One Single Impression. The prompt for the week is ‘elusive’.

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