Stand At Ease!

When the storm of doubts, ill will and fate, Blow harder than ever for me to get uproot, Let me stay still or be flexible to the tunes at least, Not to lose my griping integrity from the soil not to exit, As the optimist, who see the flowers more than the thorns, Metaphorical angel looks for the pure hearts more than the sinful, I seek The available opportunities more than the inadequacies, The unseen coins spread on the soil more than the printed currencies, The love that tries to overflow from the deeds more than the words, The helping hands that extend to wipe the tears more than the stones, Let us not have the illusion with the delusion that storm will hurt, It is just testing our will, how long and strong we stand at ease.