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Dejection

Puzzle of life is too difficult to solve,
often it's a sail in the furious tempest called life,
though,  sometimes the journey of life is smooth and has for a while no potholes, no ditches, no gorges or trenches.
But, mostly it is a tale that is quite heart wrenching. 
Nothing works,
neither prayers nor wishes,
neither efforts nor wholehearted trials,
neither pleading whispers nor desperate yells,
life when makes sure you have to fail,
and your destiny is nothing but a grim portrayal of rejection. 
It's when you are sure to drown in the deep valley of dejection.
That's for sure also is the time to get up with a jerk, 
that's the time to take hold of your anchor,
that's the time to show your worth,
that's the time to make other's heard.
that's the time when either you forever pass or fail.
Either you stand or fall,
either you run or crawl,
either you make up or break up forever. 
Dejection, desolation, sadness and dismay 
are just synonyms for a temporary mental state.
State when your heart may wish to forever wait,
wait for a miracle to happen ,
wait for a sudden twist in your destiny,
but, you need to remember wonders in life are seldom or rare.
To struggle,  to strive,to fight, to face the ups and downs steadfastly is the only purpose for which we are here.
Life of being human is somewhat rare.
Human form is a jewel on the realm of life's crown.
During the journey called life often one will be criticized, isolated, barred, blamed and even banished.
But atleast for once try to be the king of your  kingdom, 
from all negativity venture to get freedom.
And let's be a leader not a follower,
Let's be a fighter not a quiter,
Let's be a forerunner not a chaser.
Let's try to be how we should be always cheerful and happy,
happy to move away,
happy to ignore whatever is meant to bind, to hold, to stop and to falter your growth, 
be it unbearable sorrow or extreme dejection,
everything that's negative should with strength of your soul be put to self rejection.
If that can't be the case let's atleast learn to hide the wounds,
till they heal and your life resounds with merry sounds and sweet bells from the heaven that would one day for sure pull you out of the living hell and then you would see your life would be definitely perfect and forever well.






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  1. Neelam SharmaOctober 31, 2023 at 7:24 AM

    एक दिन बिगड़ी किस्मत संवर जाएगी ये खुशी बच के हमसे किधर जाएगी 😊😊😊😊👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

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  2. AnonymousOctober 31, 2023 at 7:28 AM

    👏🏻👏🏻

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  3. Dr. Raghuvir TagejaOctober 31, 2023 at 7:45 AM

    Very well said...One should never leave their hopes for life even if adverse situations happens in life one should work hard for the achievement of their goals. I somewhere read
    Run Run Run, until you fall
    Don't fall until you Die,
    And Don't Die until you reach your destination...
    And in the words of कैसर उल ज़ाफ़री

    तुम आँख मूँद के पी जाओ ज़िंदगी 'क़ैसर'
    कि एक घूँट में मुमकिन है बद-मज़ा न लगे

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  4. AnonymousOctober 31, 2023 at 5:15 PM

    Excellent ma'am.

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  5. AnonymousOctober 31, 2023 at 11:10 PM

    You write so well.. I wish you all the best and many congratulations

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