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Pankaj
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O,
Nephew striving in the land of gold
Shaping your future in a glorious mould
Happy are we when we think, we are told
That a glorious future is out there, to be
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Frustrations
and tangled pressures and more
Are faced in the transition, don't feel sore
Looking up to the future, books left read,
galore
Striving to start, it is an old story from
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Brave
face and smiling, you will succeed
Convinces us, but from anxiety, we are not
freed
Pangs of fear form, are dismissed, won't take
seed
We know you will make it, yes indeed |
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The
ship is launched into the ocean, life's sea
Calm waters are dangerous, no wind to break
free
Tempests come and have to be faced by thee
Strong winds buffet you, stand firm strong
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One
day in this voyage you shall be seen
As the man who stood it, and now serene
Success will come and last the problem in
between
And you shall glow with a healthy sheen |
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Blessings
are that all mine you carry
Life is to be lived you cannot any where tarry
And act you must, that is life's story
Lifting stone by stone on this life's work
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-- Ashok Thussu
New Delhi, 2001
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