Quotes From My Pen Poem by Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Emerge triumphant after every trial
Recover from sickness to be hearty and hale
Failure on every front with success in its trail
Defeat in every endeavor followed by victory to hail

Loss on every count leavened by gain
Scorching heat of summer softened by rain
Adversity gives way to prosperity in a few
Tears of sorrow transformed to honeydew

With low tide and ebb tide we maintain our calm
And composure while high tide stirs up a storm

In today's world:
Blow your own trumpet aloud
And strive to shine in the crowd
Strut about with an air of the proud
Clear all the suspicious cloud