As I make strenuous efforts towards my future;
Our collective reality is hope-filled.
Atleast I feel that way. Yet, we see
Slavery and disrespect perpetrated.
I wish to become a voice for the future.
Something in me nudges me. My time has come to claim my crown and sceptre;
Not one moment lost in paying gratitude;
Not a moment's ease as I forge ahead
Towards victory to claim my spot
On the victory stand. Hope, love and respect
Filling my nerves. Effort. Effort. Effort.
Your criticism doesn't bother me anymore.
I'm here to be happy and contribute
To society. Violence must cease.
It's so close at home. Violence must
Cease. My vows: be grateful for everything
And again, effort. A life filled with
Happiness and joy and love.
I know that all my dreams will fructify
To reality. It's obvious. Just as the sun
Rises in the East each day.
Bathed in hope I abandon all fear,
All disharmony, creating a revolution
Of hope, smiles and love. With effort.
Never ceasing effort and taking responsibilty
Even for a moment. You curse me,
Vilify me and badmouth me.
Narcissistic you. Always blowing
Your own trumpet. May be that
Pleases you. But I'm grateful to you.
It teaches me how to win
Without showbaazi. Silently,
Quietly, with effort and gratitude.
I've ceased to fear and I claim
Happiness. It's mine. Victory
Is certain!
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