In the heights of joy, you find pride; In the depths of despair, you find wisdom.
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Life moved, inch by inch and it has been more than six years,
but somethings don't change, as they say.
I am at the same door, on the same lane,
still waiting for someone to answer my knock.
In rain & shine, in chills and springs,
I told my heart, the wait would end.
Tremors shook me & wasted most of my past,
but with renewed hope, I stared at the door & wouldn't bend.
One day came then, finally,
when I saw the door open.
Door ajar, I made my move slowly,
On entry, found another door waiting.
The unending doors is a paradigm?
Or is it a sign to abandon the portal?
Often mocked for my inability to discern,
I thought it might be a sign to leave.
Why then should I not listen?
To the cries and calls of the world.
And add my dull shriek to it,
Which doesn't care its joy or grief.
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