I Poem by Chinta Haran Singh

I sat wrapped up in thought,
As my efforts turned into nought,
Dark clouds of despair hovering around,
Coming closer and closer without any sound.

I know I have to cast off this lethargy,
And fire myself up with renewed energy,
I have to get up and run very fast,
And cast and hold the upright mast.

Its very easy to do this act,
Also very soothing in fact,
Than just to sit and whine,
Always try to be utmost fine.