A door opens and we go through,
For some, it’s a dream come true,
For others, it’s a sea of trouble,
Like gathering pieces of rubble.

We're on an everyday sojourn,
Notwithstanding our region,
We look for a book where all are written,
We wander perplexed and beaten.

A plethora of unanswered questions,
Dawn awakens us with its intentions,
It scripts the pages,
Our actions bring wages.

He paints the portrait,
Nature leaves the constraint,
It’s our choice to add colours,
In symmetry, shades and contours.

First Place Podium Finish in Poetry Soup

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