If there is a storm around you,
I mean nasty, leering sea-storm
churned out by the incurable circumstances,
Whining like a dog won't help,
Nor will the majestically brave lion's roar
to tame the storm help you.
It's better that we try to swim
to the best of our humble capacity,
Leave then the
rest to the unknown forces.
Believe me,
even the burning core of the nastiest storm,
ultimately embraces
the cool ice block of a genuine effort!
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