Motivating Tides

Is anybody happier than me,

For I held fast on to my dreams,

Springing on tides and hopes springing high,

It’s my soul that helped me succeed.

On the road that seemed long and endless,

And life felt like a broken-winged bird that could no longer fly,

A feeling of being feckless and my heart in pain was about to cry.

Just then like the moons and like suns,

Like the dust that was trampled on,

I emerged as a struggler who hasn’t lowered down her guns,

Rising high with every dawn.

by Yoshee Jain

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