____By Aranna Hasan Delwar
Silent echoes whisper tales untold,
Of broken hearts and dreams grown cold.
In this desolate realm where hope is rare,
A symphony of solitude fills the air.
In the barren expanse where life seems lost,
A wasteland of despair, where dreams are tossed.
Amidst the dust and shadows deep,
A lonely soul wanders, its secrets to keep.
Yet in the quiet, a flicker of light,
A seed of resilience, burning bright.
For even in wastelands, life finds a way,
To bloom from ashes, to seize the day.
So let the winds of change sweep through,
Reviving the wasteland, starting anew.
For within this barren landscape's strife,
Lies the potential for a vibrant life.
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