WHY GIVE UP NOW?
You wrestled to fell the trees with the axe of
your arms
You burnt and cleared the trees with the fire of
the zeal in your palms
Resilient, you ploughed the soil with your teeth and
claw-like nails
Wounded, the ground bled of agonizing furrows
Relentless, you buried in the open mouths of
the furrows those little seeds ---
they were all you could afford
Due to your generous watering the seeds germinated
despite the hot and rocky soil
Your enduring root-watering and continued nursing
of the thorn and thistle choked tendrils saw the
plants to maturity
You were patient. You kept waiting
as if you had known the future and seen
the plant's yields yet to yield
Time passed!
And now, the harvest is but in a short while;
those months of toil and pain are about to be turned
into a life time of bliss
Just then, at the verge of reaping, you saw a beautiful
fruit in a dangerous branch and thought you had
waited for too long
You abandoned the plant you had grown and
nurtured through months of tears and toil for
what seemed perfect but turned out a mirage
This is not just a story; it is a definition of the difference
between yesterday and today, and a prediction of
tomorrow called prophecy
If you could make it this far,
You can make it through;
If eight months could come and go,
The ninth is worth waiting for.
The only distance between dream and its
Fulfillment is time
So, Why Give Up Now?