ILLUME THYSELF


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ILLUME THYSELF


Raise your voice!
But, don't shout.
Stand up with the stiff truth,
in the untrue crowd.

Take much hour you need
and elect the accurate path.
Choose your own perfect song
and play it till last.

Gravel and trench
may come across your path.
You should make a jump
and then again start.

Turn your head
only towards the ultimate source of power,
Just like the face is steered
towards the sun by the sunflower.

Alike genotype is not effected
by your phenotype.
Let the surrounding gloom
should not effect your inner light.
 

             -RITIKA THAKUR

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