There is a saving hand laid to me
Though I denied to see
I was walking on the lane
To meet the brightest sun
To taste, a thirst I hold for long
As the sun smiles
I feel I am shapeless
I am not ruined
Yes, yet to be destroyed too
I am not hopeless
I have chances to be made
Yet to function at the best
Thank you for not making me best
I'm not special and not as the rest
Now,
I, a sunshine
Yet to set
A sweetheart
Yet to beat
or, to break
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