Work For The Day

Work For The Day short poem

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Work for your day – Satisfaction is what you ultimately crave.
Die each day, do you wish to celebrate THE day?
Laugh off every sting that penetrates.
Deep inside it recovers and sprouts the ache.
Laugh at the moment, for you are the one who foresees your day.
Little seed of wisdom shall be – all grown – on THE day;
With every ounce of endeavour candidly poured TODAY.
Effort in efforts, nothing goes in vain.
Such gain is worth all the pain.

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Arpita Roy

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Born in Gaya, currently living in Bangalore, India. I have recently developed a keen interest into writing, inspired by my all time favorite poet Emily Dickinson of Amherst, Massachusetts.E-book published by Arpita Roy at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/523778At Smashwords, Apple iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Oyster, Baker & Taylor's Blio.com, Txtr, Aldiko on Android , and others.
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Preeti
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You’ve simply nailed it! No pain no gain…Perfect thought!

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