The best is yet to come
Along with the rising sun
Which floats on the horizon.

The dancing winds do sway
The mellow yellow rays say
The sky never turns grey.

I do get wings to fly
So long before I die.
The sun rises in the sky.



The Story Behind

An assurance that I have not lost hope is the USP of this poem. It is a fitting reply to 'Drenched In Dreams'. I compare myself to the sun. Its been dark too long. Its daybreak now. The sun will rise. It seems like a mellow yellow light. The horizon is clearly seen. But that's not all. The sun will slowly rise. The cool wind of the morning says it. So does the sunshine and the sun rays. The sun will finally rise above all. Every depressing night ends to give birth to the cheerful day full of hope. That day has come. The sun has finally risen.

I have got wings to fly. I can actually see it. I should in fact take inspiration from the sun. Come may any blow, the sun will always continue to rise. Similarly, I have realized that any blow or any taunt or any criticism from anybody will not affect me any longer. It?s natural and in fact the job of some to only keep on criticizing me for what I am or for whatever I have done. They could not do it themselves so the only thing they did was criticized me. I?ve decided not to give any heed to their words. Like I said, its their job. It?s not that I am insensitive to them, but rather I have recognized my true worth which is lustrous like that of the sun. I gradually realize that I am the sun, the son of fate and assured by the fact that the best is yet to come.