When words fail to explain
And eyes are tear drained
Get up and rise
Don't welcome the loser sighs
As the clock ticks by
I start to cry
Hush! Says the whisper: never let the good thoughts wither
Worrying is not worth a tither
Comfort, slumber, luxury often beckon
"Is that a permanent solution? "I reckon
The whisper shouts now: get up and rise
Defeat is a loser's paradise
Thank you so much sir, delighted to know that you liked the poem
An inspirational piece written in persuasive poetic expressions with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
You are very kind sir, thank you so much for reading my poems and sharing your thoughtful observations on the same.
I do feel hope when reading this poem. I too have learnt that it is counter-productive to sleep in late in the mornings. That is not a solution. 'Get up and rise' is better.
Thank you for the kind words sir. Your comments have encouraged me to write more!
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A wonderful poem, full of hope and life. It certainly brightened my outlook! My day. Whoever says poetry is depressing, can hush up and change their mind after reading this joyous gem!