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May 2021
It is not the dark I fear
It's the blindness,
The shadow before eyes
When you turn to dark
After bathing in the light.
It is not the end I fear
It's the majestic start.
It is not uncertainty I fear
It's the mapped out art,
Drawn under the defined borders
And wired lines.
It's not the night I fear
It's the morning with no sunshine.
It's not flying I fear
It's the run before the flight.
It's not the words I fear
It's the writer's invite
To their mystery land of thoughts
We are so afraid to see.
And it's not the commas I fear
It's the last full stop.

Pranjal Singh
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Pranjal Singh  17/F/India
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