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Midnight

At the stroke of midnight for most the date changes but for some it's life that changes.
every new day has a new story to be penned,
every new day has a new picture to be painted,
every new day has a new song to be composed .
But, for some at the stroke of midnight it is the time for a eulogy to be written in their memory. 
At the stroke of midnight for many a new life starts.
In the middle of night a new hope is born,
in the middle of night a new milestone is set to be achieved,
in the middle of night an unsolvable riddle , a mystery is solved.
But, for some in the middle of night an obituary note is inscribed on the headstone of their grave.
At bewitching hour for many destiny is jotted down with golden letters,
at bewitching hour for many certain blessings wait to see the light of the day.
at bewitching hour for many something novel and enriching is going to be produced.
But for some unfortunate ones at bewitching hour final decree is scribbled down with black letters and it's made sure that nib of the pen is broken.
Whatever may be in store at wee hours should be accepted without protest,
since the Almighty chooses the priviledged ones to taste the bitter,
 to bear the worst,
 to face the hardships,
to bear the distance, 
 to face the rejection and dejection
 to endure the pain of separation from the dearest ones,
to sail through the sleepless nights with the fortitude not all can boast of.



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  1. How true it is!!
    Beautifully written poem

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  2. It is so relatable to me ❤️ such a pure piece of art!

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  3. Wow, what a thing madam... As soon as midnight approaches, the picture of people changes... Some memories and history are made and some make history. Very nice creation. Amazing and unique. Salute to you and your writing.

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  4. Wow, what a thing madam... As soon as midnight approaches, the picture of people changes... Some memories and history are made and some make history. Very nice creation. Amazing and unique. Salute to you and your writing.
    सुझाव

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  5. Wow, what a thing madam... As soon as midnight approaches, the picture of people changes... Some memories and history are made and some make history. Very nice creation. Amazing and unique. Salute to you and your writing.-----Dr Om Pal Sharma
    सुझाव

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  6. Beautifully described of how our perception can be changed by just thinking about things in a different manner

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