Journey Of 'The' Man - Poem by Poras Sharma
In the face of adversity, rises a man,
In the face of horror, rejoices a man,
In the heat of opression, strides a man,
That only satanic faces of immense failures, can glorify a man.
Life's a sanguinary, but we're warriors,
Our belief seems shaken, but still we're warriors,
The redemption from any grief is our good deeds,
Sharing the pain and striving for nobleness should be our innate need.
So my friend, don't lose hope,
It's only a chapter and this too shall pass,
for if you stand tall now, there's no hurdle,
you can't suprass.
Savor the loss and relish the pain,
rise and you'll find,
that sweet smell of roses and calming sunlight,
will begin to rain.
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