I am here with my own eyes,
Ears, hands, legs, mood, flavour,
Feelings and still I am facing
Crisis of credibility
For the mistakes within.
What for I am not able to
Discharge my duties conscietiously,
That I am unable to know the reasons
And I am searching it outside.
I should know the need of the hour
At present and I have to keep
In touch all composite parts
With much endurance, strength, mobility,
Flexibility and power.
I have to instill my discipline.
I am proud to see my well-structured units,
Progressions and tempos.
I have to touch the whole new dimensions
In full-fledged manners
Up to the level of stamina and control
To face the crisis in a humble way
For all welfare here at this time.
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