Solace in words

Try, it's not all about winning and losing. Sometimes it's about learning. Look at all the facets of the world, they didn't become successful overnight. Even the best drivers have got their cars towed. Give what your art asks for. Make success your goal, not your hobby. At least try, it's not all about winning and losing.

Don't be afraid of death, It has to strike you one day, Being afraid of death kills you everyday; Piece by piece, cell by cell, As if you are half dead already, There is no fun in hanging halfway down the cliff, Either pull yourself out of it, Or fall in it, Pulling yourself out will introduce you, To a you that no one ever knew existed, While falling in it will only bring you to a painful end.

You never know when peace turns into agony. Who knows maybe the last time you can talk to a person is now. No one knows what will life give you, who will you end up to be. The person you laughing with is your friend or god knows foe? The toddler's crying uncontrollably, what is into pieces? Segments of glass or a mother's heart? Just like Frost's two roads everything is uncertain in life. Don't overthink about the future and live in the moment for you only live once.

What is the nation’s call? What does it want from all? Something once Gandhi dreamed of, sanity. Sanity is the nation’s call, Something not very expensive for all Poor nation is crying today,  Screaming for help in any form, Have we become so deaf in the fight of reaching heights  That we have forgotten where we stood up from? Mother India; the guardian of all,  Don’t worry we won’t let your pride fall. People may forget to take care of you,  But don’t worry your saviors are here right beside you.  Yes, we the youth will become the nation’s guide. Swachh Bharat Abhiyan is our goal,  And we shall fulfill it, The entire nation allied, I am sure these rays of hope won’t fade, All problems of hygiene and sanitation will soon abate, And we all together will fight for hygiene and sanitary rights. We shall be the change we want to see, a clean and green India;  Reaching the zenith of successful heights.

The huge rocks of hues falling down, She couldn't dodge each one of them, But she tried, She got hurt and even cried, But all you could see was her bold face, Racists called her black,  Sexists labelled her as weak But it didn't affect a single cell in her trunk, Bounded by the nature's rule, But her intelligence stood out, Mission impossible, Better said than done. Her stronger side was Yet to be exposed. She worked harder,  Even more than she thought she could. People discovered a new 'her', And now you could see that spark in her eyes. Her cards turned from the fear of her diligence, The world started to feel that sudden change, After so much of determination, painful nights,  failure, labels and comments,  she won! It was her hard-won victory, Now the world could see her leading the entire aphid army; The swarm of ants. She could not express it in words, For she didn't know