Dawn I not in the robes of silk
For I know what I true deserve
I walk in the tight rope of life’s brink
Wishing it would less curve
But as fate would in destiny’s dictum
Slow with fleeting times do pass
Make a maxim of time’s dealings as sanctum
For flexible the inflexible man floats to but pause
The logs of wood Light at heart
But logs best it found to float
Logging at the lodge of temporary part
Let us not at the untouchable Sun’s power gloat!
Round the corner pain lives in every heart
Each his pain and troubles must cart
Pull or push or run the run smart
Travels in time he at birth did start
Each his troubles did with his own actions create
But least did he his attitude understand
For the mirror in the other’s eye did he initiate?
Showed his inverted image clear as if glad
Impartial the souls find sanctuary not
In the beaded halls of world’s many cafe
The failures of the complex man’s knot
Triggers his downfall in future not yet safe
Bow your head mankind at this shore
Toil hard without thought or expectation
You will soon happiness find in store
In kind soil unlike your expectation
For lady luck has a stout sense of humour
She picks her failing sons and pushes them to work harder
With pulses in uneven clamour
He his fate with sure hands subconscious writes in his cadger
Scrounger then; till yesterday
NO! ! not anymore! Stop!
Pick the staff of hard work anyway
Down to earth with work cope
Easy glides in through the window
The cuckoo of joy in winter’s evening
Yesterday with its pain richly did endow
But the new morn wills to blessings bring!
But the new morn wills to blessings bring!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malinikadir
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