I am floored down
By the persistent stings
Of small small worries!
Even the smallest worry waves
Erode my banks of rollicking spirits!
But-
Mammoth calamities
In vice-like grip shake you
With cyclonic furies !
However...
Your silence
Never gets shaken
Nor uprooted!
O. tell me-
How deep are your Roots !
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