It’s okay,
To get all scarry and broken,
And being no more able to thrive,
It adapts you for what you’re chosen,
For that’s what makes you Alive!
It’s okay,
To get underestimated often,
It all happens to add a tinge of lime,
You might not give out the best action,
If you feel your best everytime.
It’s okay,
To forgive the erring person,
Holding on causes happiness to deprive,
And do spare the pillows from being soaken,
It gets more tense the deeper you dive.
It’s okay,
To lose a gutsily earned domain,
Begin with one more attempt to revive,
No matter how frequently honey is stolen,
Bees never fail to fill the hive.
It’s okay,
To be a laughing stock while tryin,
Depart resolutely with an aim to arrive,
Remember Manjhi who dug a mountain?
People laughed hard seeing him strive.
It’s okay,
To speak what was never spoken,
Discover and pursue the faith you have,
If you are ever in a need of inspiration,
The marvels of nature are always live!
Believe me it’s okay,
To know the standings to be shaken,
And witness the worst situations by eye,
River may wreak havoc with every flow revision,
It is better known to make a civilisation survive.
-Rutvik.