In troubled times when I seek out,
I know not where to go and how;
I see no beam, I see no hope;
I still cling on and won’t let go.
An earnest endeavor, I make,
To break free from the mandate;
Precarious the path may be,
But, that’s my tryst with destiny.
Beyond the sublime ray of light,
I launch a novel flight;
Providence will soon smile on me,
As I make my own destiny.
Hi Cres,
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Happy Blogging!
Arvind
Thank you Arv! :)
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