How many things
Those which are not under my control
In a controlled manner
Like the sun without sounding the darkness
Comes out on time
Dew rides at fixed time
Leaves preparing to prepare food for bathing
Wakes birds
Squirrels work
Twitter and flirtation
Tells everyone
World is still worth living
Something goes like this
Hope turns new,
Returning home
Someone is waiting for me
Is always more comfortable than ever
The world awakens from sleep
Alone while landing in the dark valley
Staying in the faith
The sun will rise again
Then there will be a happy day
And that big news
Again and again
The tiny talks.
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