Vera Sidhwa


In The Still Of The Night - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

In the Still of the Night


In the still of the night,
I felt the exorbitant things,
That had happened in the happy day's light.
My life was so large.

I had to make choices,
And not listen to other people's voices,
And not doing this or that.
I could do things myself.

In the still of the night,
A dream came to me.
It told me I'll be what I'll be,
With hard work and alacrity.

Topic(s) of this poem: yellow


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 19, 2015


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