I am too hopeful to be beaten down,

With the cries of presumptions

And the flap of the clowns,


Of the diminishing praise

Or  the terror of fate

Of the furies of rage

Or the puzzle of maze


I am too forgetful of every fault,

With the hurting infraction,

And the scar of the assault.


Of the crushed ambition,

Or the dreary vision,

Of the loathsome remarks,

Or the heinous dark,


There flows in me the shine within,

With destiny lightening my effort akin,

And showering flourishing spark of optimism……




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