Bright eyes still undimmed
Eloquent with undammed hope
Every blink an unspoken truce
With the world's aptitude
To pull down the free spirit
Each line etched in experience
Weighed down with careworn furrows
Grey strands count the sunsets
In the midst of conforming lives
To stand tall and claim due rights;
With no helping hands or kindreds
To sweeten each blow to wilting heart.
Courage to plough a solitary path;
Power of faith in one's own will
With dignity and integrity -
Defining passwords for life.
9 years ago
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