Messages from a Mess

Written on Saturday, September 19, 2015 by Siddharth PV

Mumbai Airport, 19th Sept, 2015

When I came I was a mess
This I must confess

My confidence at a significant low
My body had also dealt a big blow -
A thing of pride and pleasure
Was complaining of too much pressure

But since then over a month has passed
And I many a lesson have amassed

There's nothing strikingly new
But have insights emerged quite a few
A reinforcement of the fact
That most effective are the simplest didacts

Just entered the port again
To take at promising opportunities an aim

But this time it feels different..

Of the outcome I am less sure
But I am sure I will endure
All I have to do..
Is by the basics persevere..

I must know all will be well
And that sincerity will a just fortune tell

Sometimes it might take a while
And difficult will it be meanwhile
But persist I must on the right cause
Without taking too long a pause

For if there's one thing I have learnt under duress
Is that faith and efforts are a man's only redress

Since efforts will your fortune tell
In the end all will be well

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Messages from a Mess

Mumbai Airport, 19th Sept, 2015

When I came I was a mess
This I must confess

My confidence at a significant low
My body had also dealt a big blow -
A thing of pride and pleasure
Was complaining of too much pressure

But since then over a month has passed
And I many a lesson have amassed

There's nothing strikingly new
But have insights emerged quite a few
A reinforcement of the fact
That most effective are the simplest didacts

Just entered the port again
To take at promising opportunities an aim

But this time it feels different..

Of the outcome I am less sure
But I am sure I will endure
All I have to do..
Is by the basics persevere..

I must know all will be well
And that sincerity will a just fortune tell

Sometimes it might take a while
And difficult will it be meanwhile
But persist I must on the right cause
Without taking too long a pause

For if there's one thing I have learnt under duress
Is that faith and efforts are a man's only redress

Since efforts will your fortune tell
In the end all will be well