Rise from the dust ?

No trees had the rustling branches,
It had to rise from the dust.
No mountains had the gleaming peaks,
It had to rise from the rust.

Birds fly higher than clouds,
But the flight can’t last forever.
Trees grow slowly,
But their height descends never.

The one at the top,
Is waiting to fall.
The one that had won,
Is waiting for a challenge’s call.

The one who is the king,
Can only be dethroned.
The one to lose nothing,
Has infinite skills to be honed.

So the loss you face,
The defeat you had,
Is another chance to get in the race,
And another chance to be glad.

So face up now,
And remove the rust.
Cuz the time is now,
To rise from the dust.



– Shreyas Om

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