STILL RISING
You might kill me inside,
I may seek for advice,
But don’t I, let me drown,
Low the noise of your sound.
I rise higher,
As the smoke ,on the fire.
I might be low,
Never that I show,
afraid of nothing,
at times ,trudging.
Slow isn’t stop,
the flow isn’t flop.
You might trod me down,
sprinkle dirt on my crown.
Yet, I wouldn’t frown,
instead like hopes,
Like hopes, that spring high,
I would rise to fly.
I might fall like rain,
holding grudges,in vain.
But sure ,wouldn’t I cause flood.
With the tears of my blood.
Rather, may I stand up,
Rise wisely,with gallop.
Snubbed or slurred, I may,
miserable for a moment or day.
Poising the argument in me,
let going the incident,
And then emerge I , stronger,
Confident further, to rise higher.
“ And still I rise to stabilise,
to believe in hope that never dies.”