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Written 12 July 2025 for Lost Poetry Contest Sponsored by Craig Cornnish

Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter ************************************************************** Lost The sun sinks low, the shadows grow, No moon is out up high, A chilling breeze begins to blow, With stars up in the sky; I wearily wade my way in vain Across serpentine lanes of a forest, Speckled with thick thorns and thickets, But each time tumble at the same spot; My heart is sore with seams of strains, I feel lost in the night, My feet are tinging with deep pains, No pathway greets my sight. Most of the trees seem to sneer at me, Some to snarl like wild woeful winds Treating the spot as their enclave, A guarded setting of their own; A voice soon whispers in my ears, A voice from inner self: “Move straight without a grain of fear, And steer ahead yourself.”

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Date: 7/15/2025 1:52:00 PM
Ahhh that inner voice can set us back on the right path, especially if it's been trained in a Godly way. Nice one Krish
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Krishnanand Guptar
Date: 7/16/2025 6:34:00 AM
Thank you poet friend for appreciating the above poem. Deep within us also lies an inner light that guides our path in life, a light to which we can accede if we learn to peer down ourselves in deep quietude. Many of my poems refer to it. Wish you a day filled with light.

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