The problem is real. Not a hint around on how to go about it. Doomed to no other option but to sit and glare into the vacuum. Patience hard to sustain, repeatedly ripples of peevishness is breaking forth. A dry strange feeling of helplessness and feebleness filling the empty cup of heart. Like a drought hit land yearning for rain exposing its cracks, so does the forehead with its shrinking. Unusually longer time seems like carefully preparing the ground for temptation like a traitor within. Mind tacitly turning credulous in the vain hope that self deception works at times. Melodies no longer possess the rhythm and music it had. Drooping eyes resorting to the spectacles of cynicism to keep the vision unblurred. Like a boat lost far within the sea stagnant in space and time, under scorching aridity, so does the mind stand in the desert of time.
In short we call it 'TESTING TIMES'.
S/he who could stand it resolute, detached, overcome with steady eyes, unyielding to temptations, unfettered by fear and despair, with little complaints and mournings, firmly convinced that however long the tunnel be there is going to be light at the end, make the time stand up and salute.
mashoodkk
In short we call it 'TESTING TIMES'.
S/he who could stand it resolute, detached, overcome with steady eyes, unyielding to temptations, unfettered by fear and despair, with little complaints and mournings, firmly convinced that however long the tunnel be there is going to be light at the end, make the time stand up and salute.
mashoodkk
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