Poetry ~ "Early days of struggle " / Gurpreet Kaur

Dark days, dreamy night,

Empty pockets, losted kites,

Dreaming fancy, clading trites,

Riding cycle, watching flights,

Grassy grounds, laughing rights,

Curious peer, exploring sites,

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Night studies, shimmering lights,

Trial days, early frights,

Several fails, teary sights,

Many mouths, back bites,

Bouncing back, becoming knight,

Fair ways, Holy rites,

Outer fights, inner fights,

Striving hard, desiring heights,

Hoping for the future bright,

Struggling with full might...

About the Poem

The poem is based on our struggles in early age (childhood to adulthood). It's show how the eyes are full of living dreams.

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