Day lights up my room,
and wakes me up;
Squinting at the golden yellow,
I make a wish, a request no less,
to grab a little glow
and rekindle the dimming hope,
in the bleak darkness of my life,
that keeps me on my toes,
still and solemn, silent and sundry;
A wish unto the heavens,
to wake me up from this dream,
a tiring walk, a traveller lost,
on an endless, starless night.
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