Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Every lion was once upon a time a cub
I know you’ve been through hell
But you have to keep your fingers crossed
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
The soil may dry while the sun scorches
But, you have to keep fighting, even as
The leaves are drying and falling
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Soon the heavy clouds will start to cry,
The stars are always above, though
It is visible only at night
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Even the moon is sometimes dull,
One after a time, wait for your shine
Don’t you feel bad, down and blue
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
Remember tomorrow is in labor room
And the breaking of a new dawn
Must have been created, for hope
Do not make your enemies to rejoice
You might fall, but you can stand
So pick yourself back up, push on
Soon it shall be another history.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 