You shrug the tensions with a smile
You seem not to have achieved anything all this while
You fought with your emotions relentlessly
You oozed in confidence in me endlessly
You lied to yourself till today
Make an attempt and dream of good days
time never makes a difference
it only makes you old
its the desire which should prevail
making every lost battle to rise and sail
Its destiny to be so..
But never your fate.
You mean a lot to me..lets make time count. We will rise my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem