Yield Man Yield Poem by Narayanan Ramakrishnan

Tommorrow is not just the day, following,
Time flies fast and past the day, gallopping,
Day yields to night and night to day, not, whistling,
Men on this Earth spend day and night, jostling.

The Sun rises and then yields to the Moon,
The Moon too yields to the Sun, as soon;
Men and his cohorts blind to these boons,
Don't yield even a bit, and add more to their looms.

Yielding is not surrender;
Yielding is not a blunder;
Yielding is not for meek and slender,
Yield for Tomorrow, so pleased would be
the Great blender.