If patience isn't used, only losses get produced as
Patience is a bait to reduce problems' weight as
If patience is lost, scope for loss is vast and so
If patience is ignored, and life is explored, scored !
M V Venkataraman
I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
going around, over, or eventually through even stone
while gently humming a simple, joyful tune.
And I love the cool air under the surrounding trees,
and how small birds sing and flitter about.
Life should be joyful they seem to say.
Once, overlooking the Grand Canyon,
......
Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through.
A scene of sin? No, that's not quite right,
It's our response to temptation that's the fight.
With wisdom and patience, we can avoid the snare,
And keep ourselves from falling into despair.
We can stay strong when the winds of change blow,
And navigate life's challenges with a steady flow.
......
I am slow
but will arrive before
the dawn displays
its first splendid glow
How long must I wait
I know what I want
I know what you want
Why, do you like going against fate?
I find your lack of faith disturbing
Have you not been introduced to the force
How long is your wait?
Must I wait
......
If patience isn't used, only losses get produced as
Patience is a bait to reduce problems' weight as
If patience is lost, scope for loss is vast and so
If patience is ignored, and life is explored, scored !
M V Venkataraman
In a whirlpool of emotions
None of which that can describe
My current frame of mind
Letting me get lost in this trepidation
Vicious words slowly tumbled off
Making me anxious enough
Truth be told none of it would matter
If one shall retreat and forget
But patience isn't the quality I possess
......
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
I choose patience
over talents
I love how sparkling water moves through a stream,
so random, chaotic, even playful in the sunlight,
but always blindly pushing toward the sea.
And I love how it meets every obstacle without complaint
going around, over, or eventually through even stone
while gently humming a simple, joyful tune.
And I love the cool air under the surrounding trees,
and how small birds sing and flitter about.
Life should be joyful they seem to say.
Once, overlooking the Grand Canyon,
......