There is a story to tell,
About a young lad,
Who dreamed to be big
Someday.
He grew tall by the day,
He had learnt it all,
By the day.
The long night was yet to come.
It was some night.
No wolves did howl,
No stars did shoot,
But yes, silences spoke.
The night only grew darker,
That outreaching hand retired.
The day was yet to come,
"Hope! " He smiled.
That's when he stopped
His story.
The dots scattered all over.
They will connect, I gather,
Someday…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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