Chains are pulled straight,
Burry the tome of fear!
Long wait brings gratis,...
Thee venture thy effort!
The cry or the laugh at times,
The old barter system,
All we believed rightly,
One for one, without a whine.
Who is with no delay this day?
Only the time which ticks,
A melancholy of a trice,
Without a relay, short lived!
No nights are dark forever,
There are days sans brightness,
East to the west, the dogged norms,
A prose or the poem for years!
“Hope” the clutch of straw,
“Aspire”, the road of hope,
“Dream” drive of aspiration,
Don’t kill the inner cat!
The old barter system,
All we believed rightly,
One for one, without a whine.
Who is with no delay this day?
Only the time which ticks,
A melancholy of a trice,
Without a relay, short lived!
No nights are dark forever,
There are days sans brightness,
East to the west, the dogged norms,
A prose or the poem for years!
“Hope” the clutch of straw,
“Aspire”, the road of hope,
“Dream” drive of aspiration,
Don’t kill the inner cat!
