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THE STRANGER AND HIS TRACK

Out in the dark,
Under the stars,
I stood quietly.
Feeling the sweet cold wind
Playing with my curles.

My eyes were stuck upon a light,
Probably coming from the street.
But my mind was wondering all around
Like a free bee.

It was a mix thought of almost
Everything under the sun.
Me having some supernatural powers
Or becoming something great!
All the griefs and the pain,
The laughs and the grins!

But all of a sudden,
Out of blue,
I saw someone waving at me.
"Who are you?"  I yelled.
"Not a stranger, you know me well. Just you forget. I'm Your dreams, I guess" he answered,
"You need to follow or you'll loose your track".

I turned around
And saw my mom looking straight into my eyes,
Tryna find something.
I went back to the room
And started off again.
But with something called 'Determination' Glittering through my eyes this time.
And I knew I haven't lost the track yet.

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  1. MadManOP12 December 2018 at 20:54

    Loved it , going to share it with Gopa mam...... it's amazing

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