In difficult, unpleasant, stressful times
When things are bleak and promise bleaker future,
When past appears as a shameful vice,
And consciousness all emotions butchers,
The sin of pride, instead of helping up,
Just demonstrates efficiency of others,
I could be doing papers or start-ups,
Instead, confusion builds and further gathers.
In such bad times, I try to concentrate
On doing duties, cutting ill emotions.
However insecure may be my state,
However dark may look the troublesome ocean.
I understand, this time will also pass,
I stick to trusty maps and old compass.
20.12.2016
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