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Dec 2015
When the world is all against you,
And there’s no place to hide,
When you feel you are all alone,
And nobody is there by your side,
Don’t let your heart sink,
Sit back;
Concentrate;
And think:
Is it the circumstances,
Or you?
Who is at fault?
Who should be accused of this thing,
Which will soon be a (terrible) past?
Never mind the circumstances.
Those are just jerks of life,
Only to make you realize,
The price of happiness and smile.
For not all days are same,
Not always full of fame.
Anything monotonous can be boring,
So let us be prepared,
For some fun change,
Some adventure, and swing.
But, this small dip,
In your happiness graph,
Can be demoralizing.

Don’t you be disheartened,
Just as good times have passed,
This will also pass,
This will soon be a memory,
Though bad,
Of a long gone past.
Think yourself:
Will this matter in the years to come?
Will you even remember it,
The cause or the result?
In better times, probably not.


Things are not that terrible,
As much as we make them,
We rethink about the cause,
And not something to cope with it,
A solution maybe,
To put all this to a pause.
Even if you feel helpless,
You are actually not.
Don’t blame anyone,
Or anything,
Focus at present,
And think positively.
Stand up,
Gain some strength,
Remember your beautiful past,
And get back to work,
Work again,
Strive again,
Towards your goal,
Endurance might cause some pain,
But success will make you forget all this.
When success arrives,
It comes with bundles:
Bundles of joys,
Of happiness and contentment.
Look: then, good times will be back,
And bad memories,
Will just be a wasteful stack.
What matters the most,
Is now.
Spend it wisely,
You figure it: how.
Written by
R Arora  21/F
(21/F)   
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