A West side Story

Fears irrational, dwellers of mind

Timid & uncertain with horrors unknown

Doubts need time to scatter, dispel

And vagueness space, before it’s gone.

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Alien it was, found best resolve

Was empty-handed, now with fortune overload

There’s a light after every dark spell

A beacon so clear, its glow foretold.

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Insight’s mine, awareness home

Wisdom’s a flame, burns bright and high

An odyssey of life, with self discovery

It’s prudence and truth, one can’t deny.

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(Samima)

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