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The Dawn

 I did not win over the girl I longed for.

Call it a tragedy or a comedy-

Sometimes life makes us think hard

To try and contemplate our decisions,

Be it harsh or not.

We look at things from our lenses

Ignoring the ways it could be

Since it suits our perceptions

Notwithstanding the reality.

Still when fate makes it destiny,

We cannot deny it, nor should we.

Maybe she never saw me as I wanted

Or somewhat worse, how would I know?

Life itself is a paradox with no end,

Every single minute spent makes us bend.

Human psychology is really tedious,

You cannot get into their brains to realize

And understand what actually they think of us.

A sweet potato may not be sweet,

Similarly, a sweet word doesn't assure warmth.

All you see is not what they do.

All you think is not what they feel.

It is our fault of dwelling in perception

Which often always end up in deception.

We may not see but God does truly see

All those sights which we dreamt not to see.

A bond broken is not one of pain,

But because it attained full Karmic gain.

A relation when fulfilled doesn't need noise

So God chooses to disconnect the voice.

Maybe my thoughts had no end or path

So He cut the ropes off for a rebirth.

No need to be sad or drowned in agony

Because one chapter closed ends the story.

All that awaits is a bright new dawn,

Which might be brighter than any other morn.


-- by Sakshar Das

23rd January, 2026



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