In The Still Of The Night Poem by Vera Sidhwa
In The Still Of The Night
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.
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