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Only When

 

Only When






A rock in the ocean,
undaunted by the endless waves—
currents may strike again and again,
yet transformation comes
only when it chooses to give in.

Nature plays its quiet symphony,
and relationships grow stronger
only when given time
to breathe,
to unfold.

Just like Pluto,
unmoved by whatever status we assign him—
his existence stands unquestioned.
His acceptance of the world’s call
can only come
when he is ready to part with his solitude.

Old bones wait for release.
Liberation of the soul comes
only when the hunger for life
is finally surrendered.

Responsibilities will be sweet
only when duties are not considered bitter.
Celebrations will be jubilant
only when hard work is pumped in.
Waiting for success will end
only when patience is practised consistently.




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