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Waiting for the Day to Break

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Walking through a dark alley
In search of a light,
I felt lost, and lonely
Like the road would never end,
And I would never be happy again…

In search of my dreams
That existed beyond the horizon
I went ahead, refusing to retreat.
Knowing that the darkness would give way
To a stream of hope, to a bright day.

The endless road, the black tunnel,
Pervaded by a sea of quiet…
Conspired to tear me down
I was fighting hysteria, dying to give up
But the heart would not let me succumb.

After an infinity of numbness
I could see a faint light, far away
Ah! The night was over!
I took in my last breath and reached out for it,
With eternal hopes, of a new life to start with…

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A freelance journalist by profession and a writer by passion. Born and brought up in Tezpur, Assam. An alumni of Tezpur University. An active member of the Rotaract Club of Tezpur Yuva. True to the characteristics of a true Geminian, she is an ardent communicator, loves to talk and spends her time watching movies, reading novels and indulging in creative writing. A lover of music and pursues singing as a hobby. An optimist by nature and loves to wear a smile on her face. She can also be reached at her website Misteerious Mind(mistee9.wordpress.com.)

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