Unfiltered

Days when bright rays of sun refuses to enthuse,

Distinction blurs as darkness budges to lose,

Thicketed walls of desperation,

Merges with unknown humble beads of perspiration,

A teeny weeny task feels like a mountain to be moved,

And its in my room where I’m all glued,

Is the falling sun failing everyday,

Oh! why do I grieve at failures this way?

Dawn comes after dusk,

Don’t they say? If I’m tiny in scheme of things in the universe, my failures ought to be tinier than a husk.

Dear self,

It’s in you to help yourself,

You’ve only fallen,

Quit moaning, don’t be crestfallen,

The sun wouldn’t have risen, if he hadn’t fallen,

And neither would we been eager day after day to welcome him, if he hadn’t fallen,

The darkness unfathomable doesn’t depict life itself,

It’s just alternating its wheels to show how much you can achieve by believing in yourself!

151 words. (Form :- Verse Epistle, it is a letter written in verse, usually taking as its subject either a philosophical or a romantic question.)

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sanaa Rizvi for hosting “Exploring the poetic genre” at dVerse. The them for this challenge is Verse Epistle, you may read more about it here. Also linking up to Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 176. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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  1. This is gorgeously rendered! πŸ’πŸ’ I love how seamlessly you have incorporated the end rhymes especially; “Don’t they say? If I’m tiny in scheme of things in the universe, my failures ought to tinier than the husk.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt πŸ™‚

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