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 Hey, Cinderella, 

If you are feeling lonely and succumbed by numbness, 

It’s your own battle, 

You’ll need to fight alone. 

If you are weary and in despair,

 Hopeless in love, life and joy, 

It’s your own battle to fight alone. 

People will stay in your most illuminating era,

When you shine bright and split lights, 

But, only a handful will stay with you in your darkest time. 

Hence, you shine bright for those who sit alone sad in the dark night. 

You are their monsoon in the heavy rain,

A brave knight,

Savior to save them from the succumbing dark night,

You become their illuminated lighthouse in the darkness, 

You know how it feels, 

You recognize their dark shadow side and stay until there is light….. 

All night! 

Till there is hope at the end of the tunnel, 

Till there is a sprinkle of light,

Till all night owls fly away, 

Till all the bats turn their wings away, 

Till all the growling dogs stops barking, 

Till all the lost birds find their way.

Till there arrives a firefly with

it’s little sparkling light, 

I am there.

I will be there to drive your woes away….

To actively listen and heal,

To embrace you with kindness,

And, with an unquestionable compassion in my eyes, 

I will cry with you in your pain. 

Because, I know what it’s like surviving in the darkness.

All alone,

Alone sitting in the dark night,

Waiting for dawn to arrive! 

Sunlight to enter in my weary house…

My dried dead heart…. 

Cracked open alone in that woeful night.

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 12.20.25, 5.46 pm, Tagar, MIST

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