Today, the world may appear;
A great enemy of us;
The people may hate, and scorn;
And spill, thousands ill of us;
Today, we may be,
In dire deluge of means;
Today, bloods of our own, who
proclaim to be close,
May callously condemn and criticize;
All our tedious, tricks and
techniques,
May feel fragile, falter and
fail;
And all our endless, efforts and
endeavor,
Sarcastically sound, to vaporize
in vain;
The fate may frown, the time may
tease;
And, the conditions may collapse,
Destroying, all our deeds;
We should rather, stand strong;
In such strain, and strenuous
circumstances;
By binding together, our heart
and mind;
Fervourly fight such innate
instances;
The taste of victory is,
brilliant and bizarre;
When fervently fought and found;
The gluttons, gurgle and gobble
up,
When extreme appetite, to the
stomach abound.
Today may tickle, tantamount
troubles,
Tomorrow may bring, beguiling
bubbles,
But who can hinder, the changing
hours;
I am sure, that future is ours.
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