The nest is too far...

The nest is too far,
The night is so dark,

The rain is about to bark,

The hope weakens and gets black

I forgot the road where I started

Forgot, the way I started,

Difficulties tattered my wings for sometime

 And troubles made it harder..

Tears come out with the flow of rain

Sometimes from the heart, sometimes from  pain.

Let them flow till they get dry

It whispers for another try

The wings are tired, somewhat broken

But does it enough reason to stop??

I ask my conscience

Again and again…

Forget the woes and bury despair,
Here is a brand-new morning and sunny shower,
The future is for him who does and dare,
Start where you stand...

So what.. the nest is too far…

so what.. the nest is too far...

The World Is Against Me

"The world is against me," he said with a sigh.                     

"Somebody stops every scheme that I try.

The world has me down and it's keeping me there;

I don't get a chance. Oh, the world is unfair!

When a fellow is poor then he can't get a show;

The world is determined to keep him down low."

"What of Abe Lincoln?" I asked. "Would you say

That he was much richer than you are to-day?

He hadn't your chance of making his mark,

And his outlook was often exceedingly dark;

Yet he clung to his purpose with courage most grim
And he got to the top. Was the world against him?"

"What of Ben Franklin? I've oft heard it said
That many a time he went hungry to bed.
He started with nothing but courage to climb,

But patiently struggled and waited his time.

He dangled awhile from real poverty's limb,

Yet he got to the top. Was the world against him?

"I could name you a dozen, yes, hundreds, I guess,

Of poor boys who've patiently climbed to success;

All boys who were down and who struggled alone,

Who'd have thought themselves rich if your fortune they'd known;

Yet they rose in the world you're so quick to condemn,

And I'm asking you now, was the world against them?"

by-Edgar A. Guest