Reconciling my past, the clock unwinding,
There lay a time, some desires unveiling;
Within my ears, memories reverberating,
Rising from the grave of oblivion.
Prudence is – pondering over thoughts,
Seeking advice from opportunities lost.
From a soldier’s ‘farewell’ to his mother,
To his duty of serving the motherland;
Mowing obstacles, confronting weather,
Battling enemies with a rifle in hand.
Heroism is – being as selfless as martyrs,
Who shielding our lives, lost theirs.
Before the sun enters horizon,
Someone begins his journey of toil;
Sound of thunder, he thanks heaven,
Beholding seeds, germinating from soil.
Faith is – armour of a farmer’s belief,
Who travails patiently for relief.
Swift as an athlete, arduous as wrestler,
Who proliferate essence of their skill;
But few are acquainted with the wounds,
That sometimes take a lifetime to heal.
Endurance is – Concealing pain with modesty.
Thus said “Sweet are the uses of adversity”.
Maturity is – dropping expectations,
And bearing Duncan’s responsibility.
Possessing Macbeth’s determination,
But gaining indisputable credibility.