Wake Up!

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The day sun descended
To wake up the dead
A blinding light lit the hallway
Positivity floated around them

Nudging each other
They tried to open their eyes,
Move their numb limbs
To rise, to show their valor

Open arches’ acerbic voice
Stirred some sentiments
Sardonic sound shamed
The mute expressions and excuses

Crushed by fear and distress
They waited for their messiah
Nowhere could he be found
Ruins reverberated waterloo

When people forget their power
When they waver and totter
When they pigeon out
Fall overwhelms the dead.
© Balroop Singh

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