The truth is here I never fear He does it all Makes my fears small Breaks the invisible wall Lets me breathe it all Turns me new Brings out my side true Reignites my dead spark Perfectly leads me out of dark Makes my sins bless Makes my terrors less Clears all my past mess Provided I simply Do the right And feed him light For what he tells me Is what he saw Some day long lost So not his flaw
In my good old days I had a name No ticket to my show was the cause of my fame My audience and I shared one soul Pleasing you was our only goal My artist worked hard 24*7 Your presence and claps made the place heaven!
Other artists in town began working hard too Their arts were promising, though they were new But behind their fame was an untold slice They bought our artists for a hefty price Mocked those who still enjoyed our show To earn more applaud was this strategy low
I am an artist true to my course To serve you till my last resource But my artists are exhausted and have left the stage For my audience is deceasing day by day
There was a man Who had a small shop; Farmers sold him the grains Which came out of their crop; All the extra grains, He kept at his house; Unless one day, the path to the store Was found by a stray mouse;
The man inspected and thought The wall needed serious repair; But instantly shook that thought off No time and energy to spare; So stuffed the mouse hole With bricks and sand; But mice and ants had already smelt Procrastination in that land;
So again made their way, This time through the room’s door! Ate the wood piece from corners Mending it would be a real chore;
And the man did realise it But he had enough affairs to deal; So with some cement and mortar, Succeeded in his attempt to seal;
This game never ended It continued for weeks; Till the wall which looked as fine as could Had multiple holes and leaks; The mice and ants and several others Had a gala time as a team; The room would surely collapse one day Or so did it seem;
And it did the following monsoon The walls dramatically on the grain sacks; The man terribly torn, but little realised Since past few months he did slack;
In the story of our life, every single time, We ourselves wait for our worries to grow; Escaping the chore for joys short lived, Ultimately we reap what we sow.
Hibernation is just a fantasy- an easy escape from facing the challenging.