Best Hardwork Poems
This is a message to children who lack sincerity in school. Hard work always gives easy success. Whatever hardwork we do during our school days, decides our future for entire life. Its not only about studies but the sincerity which is developed along with it.
This is a story of two brothers.
Who lived together forever.
Both enjoyed the dignity of a patrician.
Well bred with values and tradition.
Sharp contrast of a Strategician and a tactician.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING SCHOOL DAYS
Given his druthers, Veerang would skip studies,
Would escape to play snooker and pool with buddies.
A boaster, prodigal spender and his pathological lies.
Hard work during childhood is just about studies, he didn’t realize.
Krishnang, sincere and studious, positive and jovial.
Help to mom, a great company to sisters, extremely capable.
Topper in school, loved by all, he was just so amiable.
Yes, both grew together.
One believed in hard work, another preferred leisure.
JUXTAPOSITION OF HARDWORK DURING ADULT HOOD
With freedom comes responsibility.
It’s not only about us but our family’s and parent’s dignity.
Hard work during childhood decides our ability.
Yes, our capabilities and the possibilities
In a way our acceptability and applicability.
Krishnang, goes for holidaying across nations.
Veerang is still striving to boil the ocean
What an irony, hardwork now is a compulsion.
JUXTAPOSITION POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by: Silent One
Date: 21st Nov; 2020
Behind the mighty structures of brick and stone,
Are the naked hands of people who stand alone,
Fighting against all odds through the sun & rain,
Until the last drop of their energy drains.
A group of faceless people lacking urbanity,
Yet striving each day for their pride and vanity,
To build castles of dream for their family & kids,
So they don’t have to suffer, the way they themselves did.
With tanned, battered bodies and soiled sores,
They are forever ready to take on more,
Only to earn enough to make ends meet,
And manage a jhuggi on the narrow street.
No matter how often they drop to the ground,
With illness or by exhaustion downed,
The hope of a bright new day in their eyes,
Makes them rub off the dust and rise.
No matter if they have to stay miles apart,
From friends & families so dear to their heart,
The lamp of hope within them is always alive,
The grit of a labor isn’t dead till they die.
Hard-Work
It's pay day
Hard-work pays
A fool plays
wasting time
A wise prays
Working without crime
Time is money
Don't take it funny
It's about hard work
sweating on the neck.
Drencho POET Loads
For working HARD
People dubbed me fool
Remark used to offend and confuse initially
found hard to make them realise joy i experienced
each such time, i said to myself, one more time
surprisingly, each time, hardwork yielded only joy
Now not confused, but confirmed
joy is opposite of greed
greed is for body, joy is for soul
HARDWORK is only way for joy of soul
HARDWORK is only way
fool are those who haven't worked for soul
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Hitendra
She speaks our loud and clear,
She can be personified as the one with no fear
She is deaf to all the grudge,
But she is blind to all the world!
Not knowing where to go,
But people do have to bow,
She is the light to the darkness,
And joy to the sadness
God has given her all,
except for one might,
She did not stumble and fall,
Though she did not have sight!
If she has achieved the impossible,
Then why cant we?
She has made it possible,
with ease and with glee.
Yes! She is the one,
Who has won a tough run,
She is Helen Keller
Try hard and you can be like her !
11th september 2019
MY UPCOMING BIRTHDAY (09-03) CELEBRITY
sponsor- William Kekaula
There will always be
RICH and POOR
The rich outrun the poor
The poor outnumber the rich
The MIDDLE outweigh the sides
Free people work hard when opportunity
Offers a chance to move up and down
The Ladder of Prosperity.
Yes its true,
Stopped waiting for you,
Served aces easily once,
Now I get no love from you.
He contradicts then preaches,
Advices flying none teaches.
So you roll up your sleeves,
Let the green arteries speak,
Volumes about your struggles in the day,
And in the night you may weep.
In the laughter of the decent
Baskets from the past bring sorrow
And the joy rapidly disappears
At the sight of their evil deeds
That once used to be their way of life
They changed, only to suffer
From stabbed wounds of guilt and regret
Do they question the choice?
Or is it the darkness that they loved?
They hoped for a change,
It appears, there is more than what
The preachers promised them.
In the unrighteousness of the wicked
Wave after wave, they get blessed
It rains manna, or at least, it seems
I wonder if He has been too tolerant
Or if we should keep waiting for justice
In the sins that they have transformed into norms
They have laid a bait for the weak and poor
That has had their faith shaken
In the falling of the decent, peace they find
They quench fires with gallons of paraffin
Their love of the riches hasn’t proven futile
And they have forgotten of the warnings.
More coals to the gleeds,
And more speed for the steeds,
Slumbering for the fire,
To burn on the pyre.
Time and time again on wings,
Flies time through climes,
Seasons with the birds cling,
Sing impatient rhymes.
A new day bursts unclouded,
Life again comes unshrouded,
Carried on eagle's flight,
Hurries to dark night.
Bring visions anew,
Keep pace with time's heels,
Play wisdom a cue,
Make efforts go on firm reels.
Alvin stood firm, his eyes fixed on the target. The game was on, with eight others staring at the top spot. He took aim, focused, and scored 20 - the highest. The crowd yelled in applause, cheers, and congratulations.
But one man in the crowd remained unimpressed. "You're supposed to do better than that," he said, his voice cutting through the noise.
Alvin didn't let the criticism break him. He walked away, practiced tirelessly, and pushed himself to new heights. The next match arrived, and he dominated, scoring 50 - the highest. The applause was louder, the celebrations more than the previous.
Yet, the same man appeared, his expression a mix of disappointment and expectation. "You haven't done anything," he said, before turning and walking away.
Alvin determination only grew stronger. He practiced harder than ever, striving for perfection. The final match arrived, and he emerged victorious, scoring 100 - the highest. The crowd went wild, but he didn't bask in the glory.
Instead, he searched for the man, his eyes locking onto his figure. The man's expression remained inscrutable, but his words were brief: "You've done well."
In that moment, Alvin realized that the man's criticism had been a catalyst for his success. He had pushed himself to be better, to strive for greatness, and to never settle for mediocrity. The pursuit had been worth it, and the validation came not from the crowd, but from the man who had challenged him to be his best self.
These past years
I have progressively lost
My inner child
People
Trust
Friendships
Battles
Myself.
But
I learned,
To make myself valuable
Not available
Stand up and fight
Struggling chapters
Are beautiful
Patience
Is the key
You've to discover
Your right times
Be smart
You've matchbox
To light your Lantern
Believe
You are late
But it's not the end
He's is with you
He's preparing you
For bigger battles
God gives hardest work
To their favorites.
THEY LAUGHED, HOW HE WORKED HARD ALL NIGHT AND DAY,
THEY TEASED AND TAUNTED HIM ALL LONG, BUT HE COULDN'T SAY.
A PERSON WHO IS BOUND TO DO SOMETHING HAS 3 THINGS ON HIS LIPS,
SILENCE. SERIOUSNESS AND A SMILE, WHICH ACTUALLY MAKE MANY RIPS.
THIS SAVAGE ATTITUDE SAYS MORE THAN WORDS,
A PERSON WITH THIS PERSPECTIVE IS SURELY, FOLLOWING THE BIRDS.
TAKING FLY, NOT BOTHERING THE CIRCUMSTANCES,
AND MOVING AHEAD LIKE STANCES.
DEEP INSIDE, THE HARD WORKING PERSON KNEW, HIS WORDS WOULD NOT BUT HIS RESULTS WOULD SPEAK,
BEING FIRMED ON HIS WAY, HE DIDN'T WANT HIS IDEAS TO LEAK.
A DETERMINATION IS NEEDED,
IT COULD NEVER BE GRADUALLY SEEDED.
IT TAKES A WILL TO EMPOWER YOU,
IT'S NOT THAT EASY, LIKE TURNING A SCREW.
KEEP YOUR MIND NEAT AND FRESH,
MIND ME, AFTER BEING AT THIS POSITION, NO ONE THRESH.
- YASHASVI SHARMA
11TH AUGUST 2020
Each waves of the sea,
comes to the shore
to leave behind
those tiny shells,
who were longing to meet
the sun and the land .
Little did they know
that their transit wasn't easy enough.
Carried by each wave they saw,
flying high and flowing low,
Up and down sliding through
the slippery path.
Not just one,on thousands of
ripples and tides they swayed.
Just to reach where they adored.
PLANS
You read good quotes
You get inspired
You make your plans
And decide what you desire
You imagine your future self
And get excited
You start working for it
Like a farsighted
You are trying to create a routine
And build a habit
Playing around with ideas
And analyzing what will fit
On some days the process is fun
You enjoy it
Because it had just begun
On other days
You feel exhausted and lost
And desperately wants to skip
To the good part at any cost
This process is terribly a long one
You knew from the start
You're not going to figure it out right away
And it's not easy to restart
Stuck in the middle
Trying not to lose hope
Reminding yourself why you started
So you can cope
The execution of the plans is hard
But you keep going
You'll get there someday
If you keep growing
I know you can
And you will get somewhere
Tell this to yourself over and over again
And you'll definitely reach there.
Success and Failure Walk Hand in Hand,
The Mind must know When to Take a Stand.
Buckle Up as this Life is Uncertain,
And If I fall, Will Gently Rise Again.
Got to Cleanse My Aura and Do a Pep Talk,
It's time to give My Haters that Mild Shock.
And When I will Take the Euphoric Drive,
I shall Remember the time which Made me Thrive.