It’s My Time
Why is this world so treacherous?
Not letting me remain prosperous.
Every moment I escalate to rise,
A few stare at me with wily eyes.
They extol me to get things done.
Their flattery is a bullet from a gun
Whose intention is to yank me down
And rejoice as they do with a clown.
Pain and patience tested me all these years,
Which I wasted almost in shedding tears.
Life’s hardship taught me new lessons
To bang the world for some rigid reasons.
Found now a huge bag of hidden treasure
That has my skill and grit in large measure.
Holding perseverance my best companion,
Never will I tumble or sink into oblivion.
It’s time I proved my supreme strength,
My sturdy heart and mind at full-length.
When I am blessed to touch the lofty sky
Why shouldn’t I dare to soar and fly high?
BY VASANTHI PAPU
© Copyright 2016 Vasanthi Papu. All rights reserved.
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