A Saint In The Making - Poem by Somanathan Iyer
Keep the mind without strains
Keep the heart without stains
Easy to say things like above
Strain a lot to conceal the stains
Haunts the worries when plans are dented
Hunt gets halted when efforts remain punctured
Standing at the cross roads with manipulated sign boards
Perils of pessimism drowning the signs of optimism
Aspired are some but misfired are many
Perspire a lot, won’t get things if not in the slot
Despaired we are when forced to relish the unwanted
Wanted are just the hopes unwanted are realities to cope with!
Confronted with adversities life remains always a mystery
Repeated adversities relegate you to the brink of sublimity
Soured grapes are all that you craved for, that remained always evasive
Renounce the wants! denounce the world! You are a saint!
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