COME
WHAT MAY!
A
small rivulet originates
In
the hard rock faces of the mountains;
It
may die its own death
Even
looking at the fire-vomiting sun of May,
But,
to reach and sustain lives of millions,
It
must fight and struggle all odds
Come
What May!
An idea sprouts in a fertile sharp
brain-
Faces lots of criticism,
Takes stares of disbelief of thousands
around,
But it continues on its way to
materialize itself,
With failure waiting at every corner
round,
Some guts to gain and more courage to
muster
Some midnight oil to burn and toiling
sweat by day,
To fructify itself
Come What May!
Life comes to a
full stop,
When the cruel cold
winds blow,
Deep
in the dark interior woods
For
now the milieu has been covered with winter snow,
But the fine blade
of grass smiles mystically with a ray of hope within,
Quite for
sure it knows one thing,
That
a dark night is always followed by a sunny day
And
that the warm springs shall soon follow,
Come
What May!
Life’s
an arduous journey for you,
You
are tired and stumble upon a rock and
Fall
face down on ground,
You
must gather some gumption and continue on your way,
With
new determination and zeal abound on your own feet,
Rise
you must despite more rocks on the way,
For
win you must-
Come
What May!-
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