When times hit hard
When people do not appreciate
When tides strike above head,
When pace seems slow
Rest if you must,
But do not quit.
Because,
There is a sunshine after every storm,
silver-lining for every cloud,
Spring after every winter and
Success for every failure.
The crux of life is emphasised in this short piece. But man often tends to quit and youngsters like you will never be there to quit in principle and practice, one hopes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, the last four lines. Good write.