Source:Pixabay Trapped in a box, Of "know your place", I find my voice lost, In that deep ocean of internal struggle. I see the melting wax, I see the burning wick, But lost is the light, In the rays of a bulb. A light which would shine, A light which would bring smile, In dark houses and small alleys, I see it battling each day, With hope to win someday. Powerless, I stare at the flame with hope, Praying at the same time, For it to win someday, For it to win every day. ©onerandompoet
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Awesome bro. Did you feel it?
ReplyDeleteHaha !! Thank you !!
DeleteAnd to your question: May be ! 😉