Thank You
black and white
Sometimes we paint a picture that's only black and white
We tend to forget that the colors were always in our hands.
For a very long time, I was stumbling in the dark,
Even though the candles were always there.
Today, I have come to realize that I am what I am,
Simply because, I let others paint my world.
I let a simple pebble turn into a rock
While letting time slip through my hands.
I am a warrior, for I have fallen many times
However, I always managed to up again.
I do not know how many battles I will win or lose,
All I know is the war has yet to be won.
By, Sarabjit Pannu 2010
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