By Mukesh Choudhry
Might our sun shine differently
Tonight, and the magic of the moon,
Alight, will burn the skies and all their
Frights, impossible as a jest just,
Right. We'll learn to wield the
Might they yield,
Tonight, and part the seas, set paths
Alight, to chase the lies of patience,
Fright, laid in dearth for all that's
Right. Fight for our owed dawn of might.
By Mukesh Choudhry
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