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An evocative poem by Arun, in .

The best of my efforts

Gets me naught;

All that’s tough

Becomes no more so.


A delightful day

Leads to a dreaded night;

A stormy, scary night

Begets a sunny day.


A year in the

Goes up in vain;

An infertile mother

Smiles again.


When a farmer’s toils meet

A ’s storm,

You dash the hopes and

Stifle lives, with no qualm.


Mature few can endure

Your pangs, and the new,

Must persevere until

They mature still.


Your permanence,

The lone certainty;

Is it you that Truth

Disguises by?

©Arun Dash 

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Arun Dash

Arun Dash works as a Senior Technical Author for AVEVA India based in Hyderabad. An alumnus of the prestigious Ravenshaw College in Cuttack, he keeps an active interest in literature and is an avid blogger.
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