Saturday, 13 April 2013


Happy moments of life are like dew
Precious and rare, they are far and few
When your glass seems half empty; when it’s really half full
Yet you feel your life needs a pull,
Then listen to me, lend me your ears!
For I’ve a solution for all your fears

Sometimes, life’s coarse; it’s not always silk
But there’s no use crying over spilt milk
Think deep and you’ll find
If Winter comes, then Spring’s not far behind*
When things get too hard to cope
Just two forces urge you- faith and hope
To go on, just as nothing’s happened
And everything’s bright, none is dampened
So cheer up, and stop whining
For every cloud has a silver lining
Your ‘fall’, besides, is really one
When you don’t wish to get up to get it all undone
And while the sun shines, do make hay
‘Cause life’s too short for worrying away
And this is the time to prove them wrong
Who tried to weaken you when you were strong
So rebuild yourself with those worn-out tools**
And don’t care what they say, those foolish mules!
When life’s not straight, it’s full of curves
It’s he who wins who keeps his nerves.

"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?", from Ode to the West Wind by P. B. Shelley
** "And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools", from If by Rudyard Kipling