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the day never comes

By neha bhat

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Beginning morning Everyday I sit down and try— To do something meaningful. The resolve breaks A promise Made to myself Remains unfulfilled. Meaning and its fullness Just run out My room’s door. Restlessness escapes from the closet. Hands itch to come together— To hold a pen And dole out something. Lyrics Don’t become me. Meaningless. Unconnected. Broken. Words form themselves on paper. What I had thought Ends as a thought. As the day ends With the sunset. The wish remains a wish, With again a promise— To start afresh and new the next day. Tomorrow. Resolve determines itself— Something meaningful will surely Come along the way Tomorrow. But my resolve, my promises and me Myself know better. The day never comes… Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 05:40 PM PST   18 • 0 • 12

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