Winter does not remain winter always,
It has to change to summer someday,
The snow has to melt sometime,
The barren trees too will fruit someday.
So wretched man, stop pitying yourself,
And lend a ear to the old saying
God helps those who help themselves
So rise and try something new
God has made us for some purpose
Nothing is insignificant in his great design
So stop your worries and cries
And with a hopeful heart say
" If this road is blocked
I will find another day".
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