AS TIME FAVOURS THE BRAVE

Wake up son! From your long sleep;

Said the father,

With the soft hand into his hair;

Mild smile, and darling depth, into the eyes;

Bruised breaths, blowing with warmth;

Trying to revive, the drowsy and deadened spirit,

 Of son;

Who slumbers, on being shattered sharp,

Of all his deeds, got destroyed;

Into innumerable pieces, and immeasurable loss;

Tried all tricks and techniques, but,

They all, fabulously failed for nothing;

No more nerve, left to live up, and startup anymore;

It seems so, as if,

No life left, into his life;

But, the benign and divine touch, of father,

Sends a shiver, across, into his limping limbs;

Refills and rejuvenates, with multiplied fervor;

Unforeseen and unfelt ever;

The kind and kinetic words, sprouting from father;

Not to yield and perish,

Before unkind and ferocious time;

Nothing can batter, your dreams, my son;

You are indomitable, a super breed,

You are my son.

Try, till the last, be bold and brave;

As, time favours the brave.