Dayanidhi Patra | Thursday, 23 September 2021 | Print
Dayanidhi Patra
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I can’t decide exactly
What “ME” supposed to go for
Either hobble here and there
Aimless, no purpose
Or dangle in air
Vacillating as a person
With no care
Doubtful of existence
As if a drifting ball.
Many times the time bell rings
Warning us all
To take care
The worth within is just a bud
Not to fade
If favourable, it will stupefy the world
Every flower blooms with purpose
And ends with success
So why to be an idle loafer
A worthless dabbler
Just realise
What man is made for
The self within
Is a fertile land of productivity.
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©®Dayanidhi Patra
Posted 1:00 pm | Thursday, 23 September 2021
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