Don't Nip It In The Bud Poem by Kanaga Subramanian

There are slow winds to push our sails
There are low waves to tide over miles
In the mighty sea of status quo
We are rightly sailing for progress
There are slow winds to push our sails
There are low waves to tide over miles
Yet the ship is set on rank and file
But the critics proclaimed it would fail
We, the sailors, kept our smile
Be tolerant is part of our style
Before the ship is to move for a while
Furore about chasing mirage or reality is not worthwhile
Does it sound pretty normal
To predict the future of a newborn baby abnormal?
Let the ship complete its travel
The distant shores will then positively unravel
Oh incongruous hyperboles! Try to be the stars showing the poles
Than to cause delaying scars in timely roles
The sailors of the ship think they can
Though the sickening skeptics tell they can't
Thus in the fading sea of status quo
We are wading through progress now…