No use, moping around,
When nothing really is stable and sound,
If time today was not productive,
Tomorrow shall not be unconducive.
Live life, as it comes by,
The unpleasant days are sure to go by,
Count every blessing that comes by,
Tomorrow you’ll surely fly high.
Amidst nature, amidst house,
Under the vast blanket of clouds,
Find that one zeal in life,
That’ll surely direct your circuitous life.
Amid all the problems that you may face,
Be sure, of His master plan,
The Divine intervention and grace,
Will see you through your lifespan.