That day
clouds turned into grey
greenery around
somehow faded away
that day
as if in mid ocean
my boat was sinking away
among all voices
i'd nothing to say
that day
i felt am i bad egg?
hopeless me couldn't find a way
my frustrated contemplation
had made me their prey
that day
i learnt
its our scribble thoughts
which ceases Hopeful Ray
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