I heard the sound; thud,
Door was closed from within,
Neither light nor darkness,
A complete change, I found,
Fear to touch the door, became hound,
Then there was lightening,
Then there was rain,
Farmers ploughed the land,
For a new sprout,
This is called the life,
If not, then what else
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Thoughtful write. Very true said, this is called life....Life will keep on sprouting and moving even in light or even in dark. Thanks for sharing.