Storms with thunderous noise
Roars in heart,
Emotions vacillate like tide…
When I hear a li’l voice
To fresh start,
Making dubiety subside.
I repose with a smile
Come what may!
‘You may lock me, you may block me.’
I’ll carry on for miles.
Shine I will, grey may the day be.
Like dark clouds, gloom may spread,
But I’ll march with a spirit bright.
Never say die, I’ll tread
In storms too, I’ll shine with the light.
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