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Mita📘
·May 29, 2003·1 min read·2 comments
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Seeing is not believing. How you see it, sure is. Sun was rising in the horizon, Pensive night was giving way to daylight. Though the world�s day had begun I tried to stop mine by closing my eyes. Peremptory world gave me no choice. Why did others always decide? With all my grace and poise, I resisted and pushed all these forces beside. A touch of bright ray of sunlight, made me open my eyes. Sun eclipsed to show the hues of dusk. But I knew it was a trick, it was a lie. And then it dawned on me.. Who says a day is a day? Who says a night is a night? When I choose to live, it�s a day. When I choose to retire it�s a night. The sun was shining again. I had vanquished the eclipse on my life. The world is not what it is. It is how I see it, which ends my strife.

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rinkuarchive~2001-2003

hi mita.. a very uplifting poem. Felt really nice to see the unorthodox feelings which this poem conveys. I related it to my life and society and found these maverick lines inspiring. A sincere hope that more people think like you do.

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Mitaarchive~2001-2003

Hi Rinku, i m glad u liked and understood what i wanted to convey in my poem.

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