I was stuck in an imaginary fence,

            Seeing fear with my microscope lens.

Will I be able to do the work?

            Someone paused me and told to shirk.

My inner voice encourage me to move,

            But my shaky confidence could not remove.

How do people make such big name?

            I was unable to understand the game.

Pondering the magic I moved alone,

            Revising my qualities known.

How can I be a creator,

            With my will, I can be an operator.

I kept judging pros and cons,

            The thoughts tossed off and on.

While moving in the elevator, I was stuck,

            My fear rolled down as I had ill fate luck.

I tried to raise the alarm,

            But no one responded it was calm.

In my bag I had some tools,

            I tried the rescue operation as rule.

With hours of working, I got success,

            All applauded my invention excess.

This incident taught me an old lesson,

            Necessity is mother of invention.

Now I saw my golden way,

            I knew how to work and what to say.

Hardship is God’s way to lead,

            Asking you to work, and not to plead.

Keep your calm and positive belief,

            With no tension in life, you will relief.

Since then, I have made a big fortune,

Hearing God’s way and his tune.

  1. Long time supporter, and thought I’d drop a comment.

    Your wordpress site is very sleek – hope you don’t mind
    me asking what theme you’re using? (and don’t mind if I steal it?

    I just launched my site –also built in wordpress like yours– but the theme slows (!)
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    In case you have a minute, you can find it by searching for “royal cbd” on Google (would appreciate
    any feedback) – it’s still in the works.

    Keep up the good work– and hope you all take care of yourself during the coronavirus scare!

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