The jabs and jibes
ultimately subside
an ebbing tide
makes one wise
who can give me
sorrow or pain
I only got
what was ordained
bitterness or rancor
no more pinch
but from future
I sometimes flinch
the road ahead
is not so clear
murky waters
burgeon fears
the future however
was always dim
come what may
I shall win.
ultimately subside
an ebbing tide
makes one wise
who can give me
sorrow or pain
I only got
what was ordained
no more pinch
but from future
I sometimes flinch
the road ahead
is not so clear
murky waters
burgeon fears
the future however
was always dim
come what may
I shall win.
Yes, we shall overcome & we shall win!
ReplyDeleteWhether it is coronavirus or life!
Positive poem :)
Take care. Be safe.
Thank you my dear,you got the gist!
DeleteYou too,keep safe and be happy.
Nice one, appropriate for the current times.
ReplyDeleteNothing lasts forever. This too shall pass.
Very true,thanks for coming over Pradeep
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