Ourselves Poem by Pragathi Pamarthi
Ourselves
What is fake?
Well, what is true?
We heard these terms.
But our ancestors,
Might not have knew.
Too difficult,
Too surreal,
Why do we need to
categorize things?
Instead of letting them be,
What they're meant to be.
If it's going to be hard,
We shall learn to be hard.
If it's tough,
We shall learn to be tough.
If it's gonna be easy,
Oh common on, it never will.
But ready and steady,
Shall we stand,
Not to fight for our things,
But to fight for ourselves!
Yes it's never easy. We need to labor for everything. Not to fight for our things, But to fight for ourselves! ... Good ending.
Yes it's difficult sometimes to recognise and fight for ourselves. Thanks for sharing with this 5* piece
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4/24/2024 4:21:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
my ancestors, might not have known also. इक नाम क्या लिखा तिरा साहिल की रेत पर फिर उम्र भर हवा से मेरी दुश्मनी रही if you can englize this piece i will love to sink on the ship but before that do read my poem MOMS SMILES All read it and returned her smiles new poet dost