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26th August, 1996 || 11 – 11:30 AM
(One of my favorite poems by myself)

“Aah!” said the traveler.
“I am but weary
Of this life –
So dull and dreary.
With sorrows as my only support,
And aid only in the form of worry,
Thinking of my future,
Makes me feel very jittery.
I hear a Voice within me –
‘Accept it – willy or nilly!’

But then,
I’ve not lost Faith in Him.
He, who is the Supreme Authority.
He, who at times rebukes me,
For bearing a mind so awry –
And keeps reminding me
Of my own autarky.

I can see things in a better perspective –
Nothing seems anymore scary.
The Night is like a velvet skin,
The Morn – fresh and airy!
My Future seems a delightful vision,
My Hopes, Strong, and Fiery!

Higher and faster I move with the tides!
To the Cape of Good Hope takes me my Ferry!”