By Ravi Panamanna

It is like drowning,
It is a race against the wind.
It is a prize below bronze
And is happiness like death!

It is like a long walk
In the month of hot April.
It is like a season
Without spring over the dales.

It is like a musical note
Rendered in the wrong tune.
It is like a minister’s speech
Everything out of context.

It is like a tempest
Making calculations wrong.
It is like a fall
Causing injuries to heart.

What are your expectations?
What is the actual result?
Find the difference
And that is your happiness or failure.

For minimum expectation
There is no maximum limit.
Know this axiom
And redfine your life.

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