Probably.

 
 
It shines above the greenish meadows
And the heaps of dust and garbage
It spreads its hotness in summer
Not differentiating good and bad, fair and ugly
It is not tardy it comes on time every day
Actually, it never comes
We go down and see it rise
When we go down we call It sunrise
It is an illusion which persisted for far too long
When it rains, it hides behind the gaseous clouds
We think that it didn’t come up
We again forget that
It never comes up, we go down
Walking on a rainy day thinking
We didn’t go down today
A realization hits hard
We did go down
The clouds won’t let us see the sun
For centuries it stayed like that
We went down every day
To see its magnificence
People stay in prison for their entire life
Thinking that they will never come out
They are right
The earth always goes down
Even if we don’t see the sun
We go down
And it stayed like that
The barrier of fear always remains
Inside one’s mind
Even if some days are good
It doesn’t mean that fear eloped
It still exists inside covered with clouds of hope
But even if we go down to see the sun
Even if we never missed a single time
We are only probably right
Because maybe tomorrow we might not go down
The sun might not come up
The fear might go away
The hope might break the walls of prison
Because we are only probably right.

0 thoughts on “Probably.”

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much dear.

  1. Mabel Kwong says:

    A very emotional poem again, Shreyans. So often we live in hope, we live in probably and as you said, we live in its prison. Hope is such a strong thing. Sometimes if we dream and work hard enough, we will see a better tomorrow 🙂

    1. shreyans says:

      i am glad that you liked and connected with it.

      1. Mabel Kwong says:

        Thank you for being the writer whom you are.

        1. shreyans says:

          You too. Thank you

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