The zing to jingle along,
hum the ever-contradicting verses
of mysterious reality called life
despite multitude of hitches
& innumerous glitches
she kept the spirit alive
though broken she was,
& shattered certainly
but dead, not as yet...
Slowly & gradually,
she had begun to be cognizant of the fact
that disruptions could only change course
neither wreck, nor nuke
The only challenge that remained
was to follow the course,
the stream shall flow,
& so must her hope
guarded & cautious
though not resistant or defiant
striving a little further
& not giving up
Such course of action
strengthens her, makes her thick as bark
of the tree that stands still for ages
sustaining blows, every now & then
all alone, all by itself
likewise the courage within,
assures to sparkle & not fade
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