Nadir Poem by Saanumi ikujuni

Even at this point
I envisioned the hope-joints
The present and future times
Nothing but a puzzled miles

Impecunious state of man
Call it nadir of stance
A work and pray song to sing
Besides, no offering to bring

Wake up! from your slumber
Plan not plunder
As early morning sun rise
Make your hay, stand upright:

Sit not like a pestleless mortar
A pestle useless without its mother
Like our progenitors- be strong
In the throes of life- move on.

The bottom-line; strive hard
If need be; become a die-hard
The ways up is always down
From this Nadir, thou earn a glorious crown