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Every day the sun comes up.
without checking whether we are ready.
It sneaks through drapes.
falls on weary faces.
whispering softly also,
“a fresh opportunity has started.”
On mornings of uncertainty I have sensed it.
when anxiety permeated sleep.
Its warmth did not fix my problems, though.
But it reminded me
That gloom always passes away.
Under this lens, even little actions count.
feel once more conceivable.
Children pursue shadows it generates,
Traders set up their booths under it.
And lovers stroll leisurely.
Hands joined, bathed in its radiance.
Still, the same sun could burn.
its heat pushing down till we hurt.
It teaches equilibrium,
to look for shade,
to honor fire.
The sun is not that simply light
It's life's daily promise.
that birth again and again is always back here.
