I may stumble and fall but will surely rise
Let hundred hurdles come in any form or guise!
Misfortune may shatter my dreams to thousand pieces
But with the thread of hope I can make garlands of success!
Before I bloom fully you may crush me to bits
But I'll rise again as a blade of grass with undying grit!
You may hurt me hard with hammer of hatred
But as a lotus I'll bloom with no sign of regret
Thursday, September 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: optimism