ONE DAY, WHOLLY IT TAKES!!
A cloud of dust, obstacles the horizon Seeded with ponderous mist of pessimism Wrenches of anxieties and incertitudes Isn’t it too premature to hinder and succumb? Morning is the cogent part of day Though sometimes best thing comes At noon or what we call the mid-day But most would cede and resign Isn’t it too premature to hinder and succumb? At dusk, you’re discontented and flung Hope withers and will resort to self-pity Weep, crawl and drag yourself down Drown yourself and dwell in impassiveness Isn’t it too premature to hinder and succumb? A day may pass and the sun won’t shine But a week has seven days, thirty in a month There is “One Day” for you; it’s all in its time Enough of the hamminesses, be swarming and get out One day it will come, sit tight and wait for your turn!! “There is a sort of enthusiasm in all projectors, absolutely necessary for their affairs, which makes them proof against the...