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Submission
By Rimjhim Nigam
I shut my eyes, I see dark.
I open them, not a light's mark.
Treading carefully at step one,
I fall and squall in no fun.
I suddenly see a bright ray,
run with might, to find a way.
As I reach there finally,
the light is pitch black actually.
It's just that its demeanour is bright,
although it's dark on the inside.
Surfs forward to consume me,
I submit thereby timidly.
By Rimjhim Nigam