I am trusting the magic

It’s the test,
When you zero in on one of the multiple choices,
And, you choose strength;

It’s a tribute to the nurturing power, the ability to inspire;
And honouring the undying quest,
The matchless art of finding beauty in everything ;

An applaud for
the unflinching fortitude
That chooses to make mistakes and grow,
That never stagnates;

It’s the faith in man’s valour
And rising above crappy dull lives,
Devoid of any lights;

It’s a way of refusing visible garbage
And its rotten stink,
A rebel against muddy waters gushing from dark holes;

It’s the trust in dreams and aspirations of hearts,
And its power to rise above triviality,
That make a man;

The soaring joyfulness,
And crooning of hearts,
The waltz of ruffling leaves,
On the rhythm of waves,

It’s a matter of choice.
Always the story of over-comers.


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