The hour of change is like the violet twilight skyExplosion of shifting colours that can beautifyyour life amid some uncertainty and goodbye;The ride can seem turbulent and might terrifyBut aren't you born to wear your wings and flyfrom the cage of monotony that makes you cry?Dawn and dusk lends you the magic eyeTo recognize change as a divine lanternflyThat will illuminate your path as you walk by.
© Purba Chakraborty 25.04.2018
Note: This is a monorhyme poem. It is a very simple poetry form where all the lines have the same end rhyme.
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