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 most fatiguing delays, the most mortifying disappointments, the most shocking insults; and, what is severer than all, the presumptuous judgement of the ignorant upon their designs.”
- Edmund Bruke



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