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Maybe not today,
Maybe not now,
Sure for tomorrow,
But dream to be seen now.

Impediments linger,
So do troubles,
But you persist to be the remedy,
Hidden to the glamour.

But certainly, you would shimmer,
When that identity would be bared,
Apparent of every loneliness,
Furnish every lane of your home,
So no dwell in solitary.

Hold the hand of shirked possibility,
Steer the way, a path.
A finding exists in you,
The plummeting index is a clue,
Of your flunking,
You are a part,
Make that part radiant,
Others retrieve that light from you.

Don't try to be an ocean,
Be few drops of rain,
In Drought,
They gave saffron,
You give the green of life,
Abide as a seed,
That ripens for the possibility of the future.

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