POETRY

I Won’t Die Without Fulfilling My Life

Even death can’t kill me.

I refuse to die without living a fulfilled life. I won’t die like a bud, that has failed to blossom, because of the fear of whirling winds of failure, and the torrential rains of despair.

But, I would strive to survive, like an alien seed, in a deserted barren land, who faces the scorching heat, and yet germinates through the stiff ground With the self-determination.

One day, the world would value my efforts and my worth, when they would feel my pain And the coolness of my canopy, around their sufferings through my humanitarian work.

To see that day, I work each day, and make my every breath count, to make an impact on my fellow souls, by loving, helping, and accepting them so that they don’t face the darkness that I had ever experienced.

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Thank you, Thomas Gaudex, for your constant motivation and support. 🙏 💚