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White *Struggle* In the quiet hours before dawn,

White *Struggle*

In the quiet hours before dawn,  
When shadows dance and dreams are torn,  
A seed of hope begins to grow,  
Amidst the dark, where none dare go.

The road is steep, the path unsure,  
Each step a trial, each breath impure,  
Yet still we climb, with hearts aflame,  
Through winds that whisper doubt and shame.

The hands that bleed, the feet that tire,  
The soul that strains against the fire,  
These are the marks of battles won,  
Of nights endured, and rising suns.

For in the struggle, strength is found,  
In every fall, a higher ground,  
And though the journey twists and bends,  
The spirit breaks but never bends.

So let the storm rage on outside,  
Within, let courage be your guide,  
For struggle carves the path we tread,  
And leads us where the brave dare tread.

©Amrendra Kumar Thakur
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