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"Whispers of Fate and Dreams"

Aug 30, 2024
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By Riya Singh


On one side, there will be the moon, 

On one side, there will be bread. 

On one side, there will be sleep, 

On one side, there will be lullabies.

 

We are on the moon, 

We'll spread a blanket of bread and sleep, 

From sleep, we'll say, 

"We'll come to sing lullabies tomorrow." 


On one side, there will be the sound of anklets, 

The stars will gather. 

On one side, something will make me cry, 

Whispers will be gathered. 


We are in the stars, 

We'll collect them and come. 

And the whispers, 

We'll make them swing and sway. 


Mother, someone will come to cry on your whispers. 

Don't worry, whoever comes 

Will never go away. 

Remember, you won't bring misfortune. 


If you do, the story will change. 

Who cares about fate and misfortune, my dear? 

This will happen beyond limits: 

We will die here, 

Wake up and stand, telling a dream. 

And to fate, 

We'll show our thumbs and laugh. 


One side, moonlit dreams unfold The other, warm bread and nourishment One side,

slumber's gentle call The other, lullabies to soothe the soul 


We'll find ourselves on the moon's bright stage Wrapped in bread's comforting embrace Sleep's sweet solace will be our guide As we promise to return, lullabies in tow 


The sound of anklets echoes near Stars gather, whispers draw anear Tears fall like rain, heartaches abound But in the stars, our spirits are found


Mother, someone will come to mourn Their tears will fall, their heart will yearn Don't worry, they'll stay, never to part Their memory etched in our hearts 


Fate and misfortune, we'll defy Limits will be pushed, our story will unfold We'll dream, we'll rise, we'll stand tall And laugh, our thumbs held high, we'll stand at all


By Riya Singh

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