Incubator

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by WasseemAcky

by WasseemAcky

                                    
                                              In the midst creed of life
                          The secret of faith we solemnly breed,
                          hinging with the crane of love

                          persistence is all we need.

                          Growing right but growing sad
                          from falling in to fall apart.
                          Like drunken horse in a derby
                          docile character is a brittle seed.


                          Joy is on the kernel, its in the crux
                          why be so frugal with pain ?
                          Let it go , spend it on the laughs 
                          and bring forth the nature of smile,
                          Triumph is what then you would feed .


                          Do not be eager to be wise 
                          fruits fall when they are completely ripe.
                          Your life is a jargon
                          only till you discover the meaning.
                          Rage, ramp and let it bleed 
                          keep eyeing the dream you have 
                          until then, let the generosity be your only greed 
                          and then u would solely lead.


                          On the way towards your dream 
                          Your patience shall not put you off 
                          permit the time till the daybreak.
                          Save the desire in your heart 
                          It would fathom the quest in you
                          and then your dream shall manifest .
                          YOUR HEART IS AN INCUBATOR . 
                          A FERTILE ORB WHERE YOUR DREAMS REST.