The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade .

The Struggle Is Yours As Much As The Accolade . short poem

Photo by Frederic Potet


Lessons and learnings exist in stories and tales ;
in trees and flowers ; in oceans and whales ;
But to no avail,
Till we realise life does not move from milestone to milestone,
But crawls through challenges and daily travails !

Disappointments await at many a corner , and can cause a temporary stall ;
When we bask in our inner strength and focus,
Can we truly master the long haul !

They may have missed to see how you are so great;
but to gain from your talents, and to write words of appreciation,
those who matter still wait !

Sharpen your skills , strengthen your gait, build on your trait and don’t compare fate,
Life is beautiful , and the struggle is yours as much as the accolade !!
Fall seven times, stand up eight..,
Life is beautiful and the struggle is yours as much as the accolade !!

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