When Darkness Prevails

When Darkness Prevails short poem

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When darkness prevails,
Even our own shadow betrays.
World avails the opportunity,
Criticizing you and questioning your capability.
Unexpected people change their minds,
On asking help, they behave as if blind.
They don’t look into the real matter,
Only spread rumors and chatter.
Breaking and discouraging us,
By this you get more into fuss.
What you need to do
Is stay calm and be true.
Let the world think or say anything about you,
In the back of mind you know who are YOU…

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Aanchal Poddar

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Neither I am professional poet or any consultant, Im Anchal Poddar, a 12 th grade student. Free of every pressure, But I like adventures. Capturing life on cameras, And interested in animals, places and floras . Each time i write with my pen down, Im reborn...
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