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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.
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People are drowning in the materialism of world
Leaving their ambitions blast-beruffled
The cascading effects of what they may face
Are the one from which they have an unawered gaze
Sinking deep in the nothingness and facade
The dream in hollow pessimistic of thoughts
Having unclear and unfocused starts
They think failure as a word so so heavy
Just seven letters it have; a sign of testing consistency
For those who hover over the worldly talk and do action
Success grasps their hands at the end
Others may bloom with the web of praise before the first step
But some like to keep everything secret until the last step
All may have goals and ambitions
But some have consistency and passion
In the cacophony of motivation and de-motivation
Society crumbles away the bud to bloom
"Wao" for those who hide their tears in dark
Having sleepless nights to give a spark
Their hearts are bounded with the repetition of "yes"
Fading the de-motivation and stress
Their mouths are shut before the final release
They prefer action, hardwork, and peace
In the silence of world, they walk
In the traffic of dilemmas, they stay
They know their dreams as themselves
They have a spark, they have a treasure
It is the only gift,which is given
only once by god to us.
It has all the ingredients for
making it perfect dish of
sweet memories,bitter exoeriences.
The sun shines,bird chirps and
the day starts with a new hope
in the heart.
The fire in the heart and soul
to reach the zenith of success
keeps one moving on in life.
Hurdles are beautiful blessings
disguised ,and pain added to
it as a decorative.
A beautiful and splendid red
rose which is symbol of love is
always with thorns.
Just as rose,life has some grey
shades to it,which makes it
perfectly beautiful.
Nothing splendid can be
achieved without any hardwork.
Let the thrown stones at u
be the garland around ur
neck of success.
Success will be chasing when you
have the determination to reach
skies and the courage to swim
across the ocean.
Let the hurdulous waves be the currents
to take you to the shores of achievements.
Make the love failure of ur life be the
beautiful lesson taught to you,
to fall in love with the entire world and
not a single person alone.
May lord grace upon you, and
wish you find the rearest of the pearl and largest
of all the diamonds.
Let that joys teach us that life has
more pleasantaries to offer us in store.
The best critic in the world is your
enemy who always finds the flaws
which not even best of best friends can find,
be thankful to them.
bounce back with extra energy ,when
encountered with a failure.
life is a sail on the ocean,which has many
tides yet reaches safely to the shore.
be like a lion which takes two steps
aback only to leap forward with greater strength to
reach the goal.
enjoy all the moments of life equaly
as everything has something to teach you.
life has all the colours along with black &
grey which has their own beauty,
so love life to the fullest!!!
Edison is the father of inventions
Bringing light and hope to this world
And the Wright Brothers too
Bringing closer the corners of the world to you
Nowadays thousands of inventions have accumulated
And we even didn't know the inventors
We accept and enjoy their hardwork
Their wisdom and contributions
Unfortunately many are misused
Making the world harder, more sick and more horrible
Who is to be blamed
Of course
The devil in man's heart
Who has overuled
The pure soul of the inventor
God has given man the intelligence to invent
But man destroys it
With his own bad motive
Who is to be blamed
Maybe we can't blame God
It's our own fault
Have you seen women,
pushing life uphill
like Sisyphus—
without rest, without freedom?
They birth us,
they work even when their bodies ache.
They serve as if they are waiters
in a restaurant of endless demands.
They do not ask for joy,
they do not demand a pause.
Instead, they whisper prayers
for their family’s well-being—
faithful as devotees before a shrine.
And we—
children, husbands, in-laws—
what have we done?
Did we ever tell them:
“Rest today.
Live for yourself, if only for a moment.”
Even as their souls grow weary,
they keep giving.
So let us lighten their load—
a small help,
a little kindness,
so they may taste freedom,
even if only for a few minutes.
All of it,
For nothing.
The pain.
The sacrifice.
The trauma.
Trading my soul,
For -
The acceptance I never got,
My old self,
She died for me -
And yet im still hanging off the cliff,
All that hardwork,
And the cost?
A life I sold -
Not all that glitters is gold.
I straightened out her kinks,
Dulled her sparkle, dulled the way she thinks,
So she could fit in,
So she wouldn’t have time to notice her differences,
Or compare herself to the white kids -
The sun is also a star,
And yet comparison took her ability to see it.
She tried to be perfect,
But perfection isn’t pretty,
And in the end she became just like the giving tree,
A helping hand that was left empty
Success is not just being
the best,
it's been so unassisted in a
test.
Success is not been
someone else,
but by making yourself a
role model to everyone else.
Success is not just
academic stability,
it's the mandate to succeed
in every good ability.
Success is not just getting
there first,
it's sometimes needed to
carry the rest.
Success isn't ' i know and
you don't ',
neither is it ' you know and
i don't '.
It always says ' what can
we learn from eachother ',
or ' lets strive to be the best
together '.
Success is not measured
by fames or fortunes,
but by the amendment of
the past misfortunes.
Success has nothing to do
with your age,
neither is it acheived by
lust or rage.
Success is not having all
you want,
but by you appericiating,
cos that will count.
Success is set in motion by
great men,
who have nothing to do wit
bad omen.
success doen't smile and
say ' i have all ',
neither does it laugh and
say ' you don't have at all '.
Success isn't in knowledge
or wealth,
but it's in justice and divine
health.
Success is acheived by
great readers,
who end up being
exceptional leaders.
Success is not a feeling of
superity,
but by a unique character
and humility.
Coupled with hardwork and
determination,
in other to acheive all
dreams and visions.
Success doesn't mean
financial prosperity,
but it means heavenly
security.
To get tn the house of
greatness,
one must walk through the
road of success.
Successful people believe
right from d day of their
birth,
and in that which can't be
destroyed by moth or death.
In a full glare of mishaps,
Weariness that has engulfed in a close weight,
Worries which have encompassed in a high gear,
Hitches with fears in tolls,
Pressures mounted in a great capacity,
Troubles beefed up at a high esteem,
Hardwork and integrity without a fair share,
Suicide which is now a close ally,
Temptations with thoughts of giving up,
Rejection covers the face as a veil,
Shame creeps in like a scorpion in the dark,
Alas! This young man says to himself,
"Indeed,I failed but up,I'll rise again"
"In my veins the golden fluid flows"
"The flow of success and glory"
"Crowns laid down to be bejewelled with"
"And esteemed honour,totally unwrapped".
Now or later
Later or now
Will have you wondering how
How can we
Not see what it means to be
Means to be
What does that mean
Read between
Your dreams
Fulfill them
Don't just dream
Live In them
Plan them out
Do the hardwork
It pays off
There will be hard days
This is not meant for the soft
Look at the cloth
It's made different and unique
The right stitches makes it complete
Take a seat
You've done your best
This is what we call success
At its best
You ask how I do it or who I do it for
It's supernatural for sure
I do it for me and The lord
Trying to get on one accord
He makes my worries
Dissappear in a hurry
He is my strength on my weakest days
He lifts the load we carry
He comfort and protects
When I think of him
He never rejects
He knows that I am a vessel and he is in control
When I feel I'm falling into pieces He let's me know he's in control
Now I've come to the conclusion
That I am this and that
I am the award
That's a fact
I am so honored that you care
I love you are always there
And you spare me daily
I'm thankful I was worth saving
Thank you for paving
The way
Thank you for keeping me safe
Now is the time to be kind
And grateful and humble
Even if you stumble
Don't crumble
You got it
Together
You are clever
Your focus on now
Prepares you for later
Your later prepares you for greater.
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
05/17/2023
The Weight of Bread
He wakes before the sun learns how to rise,
Dreams folded neatly, hunger in his eyes.
The world demands its payment every day,
Rent, bills, and bread;there’s never room to stay.
Coins clink like questions in his trembling hand,
Each one already promised, already planned.
School fees, medicines, a flickering light,
He counts his worries every single night.
His hands are rough, the maps of endless toil,
Stained by sweat, by dust, by honest soil.
He builds the homes he’ll never get to own,
Lifts other dreams while carrying his own.
He smiles for children, hides the ache inside,
Swallows pride so his loved ones can survive.
No holidays, no rest, no soft retreat,
Just tired feet on unforgiving streets.
The world calls him “poor,” but does not see
The wealth of courage in his dignity.
For in his silence lives a powerful art,
A rich, unbreakable, human heart.