Some days, I feel like giving up
and for this infirmity, I might get no tablet or syrup.
I try to duck out of all this,
to evade from all the responsibilities.
But then I think,
Isn't this period as precious as a tusk,
Till now, why was I working hard from dawn to dusk (and even more).
Because of this minor complication, should my erstwhile work go to the bin?
Let's get brighter each day and strive to win.
Gargi Nade (author) from Navi Mumbai on May 24, 2020:
That means a lot Lorna Lamon Ma'am. Your comment has motivated me :)
Lorna Lamon on May 24, 2020:
There is lots of hope for a brighter tomorrow within the lines of this thought provoking poem Gargi.