Like the volcano in great emergenceSprings yourself up with real confidenceThat is within you, with no more fearUnveil your shell to travel far or near.
Stay no more as chicken out
Losing faith degrading, living in doubt
But arise with the rhythm of the heart
With the best art you may impart.
Like the tree branches that gently swayStooping in silence to the windy and stay,Remain firm to the rage and dance up a stormBelieving in self, flowing with the norm.
Like the ploughing bulls that swink and derve
Though sloughed by the savage, himself with no verve.
Deserting the knouting, propelling with endeavour
Towards the dream with ardour in thy flavor.
Writers.Cafe: With ardour in thy flavor
Check out my other english poems:
1. The Fire
2. My Golden Home
3. My native land
4. No longer am I
5. My eared-little owl
6. The Soul's Legume
7. When see Dirty
8. On baits
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