On a winter’s night…

A writer tries to write…

What? … He has no clue…

In random words… he rhymes lines few…

 

A thought bothering him…

Making him grim..

In words he seeks a solution

Perhaps a new resolution

 

To be happy constantly… is not practical ….he knows

But he will try to seek…a silver lining…in his woes…

For every corner need not be another dead end,

For sometimes there are hidden turns, beyond the obvious bend…

 

The night may seem dark…. darkest then ever,

But this state will not remain, the night will not last forever..

This dark phase too, like others, he will survive…

After a grim night, a bright new day too will arrive……..

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