EMPTY HAND
I see,
Rising sun in the sky, daily,
This reflects golden rays upon the earth,
How many rays are able to reach earth,
These can not eradicate darkness,
I usually make efforts,
To gather these rays,
But i have to return,
Empty hand
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A surrealistic thought so well expressed....wonderful composition