The Other Side Of Light

The Other Side Of Light short poem

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What do you see in darkness?
Dark spots here and there.
You are blind until you see the light.
You need to enlighten by light.

But darkness is not a bad thing.
Absence of light, is called  darkness.
So darkness is always with you.
It always reminds, you are not alone.
You are not able to see it because of light.

But you see darkness, when you lose your dear one.
You feel like you are surrounded by it.
The truth is nothing is forever.
So the darkness is always there with you.
It is the closest pal you have, unknowingly!

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