With all the hopes brimming my eyes,
I started out on a journey through the night,
To someday, discover a morning ahead,
Instead, I ended up walking into a dead end.
Now I'm well aware that I've been lingering,
It took me long enough to actually notice,
That every one of my dreams was in vain,
I just ended up walking into a dead end.
Neither is it pleasant nor something I asked for,
But I'm here with this feeling of utter loss,
Are there truly people who are decided by fate?
I guess I am not since I walked into a dead end.
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Poems Of November 2024
PoetryPoems that are inspired by the daily mundane moments that suddenly strike to me as scenes from fairytale movies. This book contains all the poems that I've written in the month of November of 2024. - Mrinali Jadhav
