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Shreya Prabhakar

Drama

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Shreya Prabhakar

Drama

Reconstruction

Reconstruction

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The clouds are so grey,

We give you sorrow they say.

The wind howls and reflects my desperation,

When I’m palpitating and covered with perspiration.


Yes, these are my life’s bad times,

Accounted for in this melancholy rhyme.

But now, the blazing sun comes out,

And the leaves seem to rustle with my joyous shout!


Yes, there still seems to be hope for me,

And now, nature is lifting its dark veil, so that its beauty I can see

I skip to the stream to dip in my toes,

With that I feel like I’ve washed away my woes.


With new enthusiasm, I rise,

The fire of my dreams burning in my eyes

Even though a chapter of my life had now come to a close,

A cuckoo sings a sonnet that the past is a mere ghost,

She chirrups that the future is an illusion,

But, she sings, the present is the time to heal your life’s contusion

With the light of happiness dappled on my face,

Every moment of my life I am now ready to embrace!



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