At your earliest, when dawn is barely cast,
And shadows linger where the day is new,
When even family, those bonds so vast,
Are distant, lost, and far removed from you.

In moments raw, when light is yet to break,
And empty spaces echo in your heart,
The ones you seek may falter, drift, or fake,
And leave you grappling, struggling to start.

Yet in this fragile hour, where strength is tried,
The solitude may forge a brighter way.
For from this early void, when all have lied,
A steadfast spirit might begin to sway.

Though early morn brings solitude and ache,
From such depths, your own strength you’ll surely make.

© Ravi Pradhan