Friday, 18 August 2023

My yawns with my books Poetry

 My yawns with my books!!!



I find myself gazing wearily at my books, stifling yawns,

The cloak of drowsiness descends upon my eyes,

My head feels dizzy as I strain to focus my gaze,

Overwhelmed by exhaustion, lacking the spirit to persist.


Amidst slumber's grasp, my dreams whisper, "Awaken!"

A voice within beckons, urging my attention's bloom,

With courage as my ally, I venture forth to combat.

I stand upon the precipice of triumph, where patience blooms.


In your very being resides the greatest motivation,

Amidst the cacophony of naysayers, their jeers and scorn,

Rise, Oh noble soul, seize the moment, heed not the taunts,

For this too shall pass, onward you journey, still miles to go.

~Amanat

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