Chasing the deadlines and cursing life,
every morning begins with a hope to thrive.
When the time runs on tiptoe,
my baby steps wobble and my grit stoops low.
But I love the nights when I hit the bed tired,
after achieving everything my heart desired.
These dark circles below my eyes,
are the testimony of my commitments and sacrifice.
There are no boundations on crying,
but the only condition is to keep trying.
You will never be perfect,
but everyday do something to earn your own respect.
Let the morning sun leave you inspired,
So that you can immerse in the moonlight, being happily tired.
- Vernika panchal