Like a pile of embers,
remains aglow,
each day,
our hearts and soul,
remain aglow,
with the hopes of,
a bright morrow,
devoid of,
lugubrious thoughts,
and dark dreams.
Each day,
we move ahead,
along the dark tunnel of
agonizing existence expecting
light at the end of it.
Embers keep on glowing,
hopes remain bright,
and life moves ahead,
in the midst of disturbing, cacophonic days.
Still the glimmering hopes,
hold a torch to the future,
showing us the way forward,
to a shining world……
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