Half Done Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Unmet debt, and left out forest fire,
Left alive foes when new life acquire
Prevail time and again,
Proving perennial pain,
Half-done is whole headache, life time's ire.
Bring to end what's begun,
Never leave it half-done,
Half-hearted steps may sink men in mire.
Yet, as go warning bells
The lady laze us tells,
It's all fine, death's still far, far from dire.
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Words well said | 40.11.14 |