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| From the Marine Drive, Mumbai. |
Some weeks are darker than
others
some fortnight’s just shades
of agony,
the distress of fathers and
brothers
is hard to stand witness and
see;
but every darkness gets over,
it's transient, temporary,
each minute it’s spinning
closer -
some sort of lightfall. Clarity.
Not all light must be a
sunrise,
all darkness doesn't cradle stars.
Sometimes the dark is a
disguise,
for light’s got degrees and
avatars -
lift up this face and
recognise
light and darkness for what
they are.
