Today you may be a chapter lost in a sea of books,
Or a tune hummed once in some hidden brook.
Forgive them for they are naive,
Unaware of the treasure stored in your hive.
Soon the day will come,
When you will be their moon,
when they will be raring to bask in your sooth.
Remember the dark days have a purpose of its own.
For it needs you to bring the new shining dawn.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah