Wake up, the sun is shining bright,
Chase your dreams with all your might.
New day means a brand new start,
Fill it with hope, strength, and heart.
Leave your worries, rise and try,
Spread your wings and touch the sky.
Failures teach and tears will dry,
Winners are those who never say die.
Like the salmon fighting upstream tide,
Each stroke a push, no urge to hide.
Though currents rage and hopes seem slim,
It swims with faith and silent hymn.
Every step, no matter how small,
Leads you closer, stand up tall.
Believe in you, break every wall—
Morning is the best gift of all.
Life is a road of roses and stones,
With silent sighs and cheerful tones.
Some days bless you, some may bruise,
But every path is yours to choose.
See the cactus in the desert land,
Survives with spikes, yet blooms so grand.
Though sun beats down and rain is rare,
It thrives with grace, beyond despair.
The thorns will hurt, the flowers fade,
Yet every scar and smile is made
To shape your soul, to make you wise—
A storm must come before clear skies.
When roads divide and doubts arise,
Look within, not just the skies.
Choose the path that's true, not fast,
The right way shines, and it will last.
Like monarchs flying far and wide,
They follow stars, no maps to guide.
Though fragile wings bear winds unknown,
They reach their goal, though not alone.
Breathe in peace, let worries cease,
In silence deep, the soul finds ease.
The morning breeze, so pure, so kind,
Whispers truth to heart and mind.
Be like the banyan, still and wise,
That cradles life beneath the skies.
Its roots hold strong, its shade gives rest—
A temple born from nature's chest.
Trust the light the heavens send,
Each prayer and hope, the soul shall mend.
With faith and love, walk every day—
Let kindness be your guiding ray.
Life is light when the heart wants less,
Not gold or thrones, just quietness.
A smile, a friend, a sky to see—
Such humble dreams can set you free.
Just like the sunflower’s gentle spin,
It seeks no prize, just warmth within.
It follows light with grace so true,
And shares its seeds for life anew.
When wishes bloom with selfless grace,
Even storms will slow their pace.
Goodness sown in thought and deed
Makes every soul a saint, indeed.
Susanta Pattnayak
