Wading in the still dark waters,
Chained in a deep dark abyss
-Filled with the tears of despair
Where, where is the light?
It seems to move farther and farther
That escape of mine.
I see you my friend,
I was in that dark place too.
Trust me, it seems impossible,
But you can reach out my dear friend.
Hold on to my hands. Try atleast!
You do! When our fingers meet,
We get seated in cottages in clouds,
Clouds colored in the colors of sunset.
You tell me friend your story
And I will tell you my own.
And may despair disappear.
Free at last, in the comfort and warmth
Of our friendship.
-Dishna Phukan
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