knee-deep in mud and rubble.
Look up - straighten your shoulder,
a battle is lost but not the war.
One is not beaten till one quits,
do not worry how failure hits.
One is not down till one lies
in the dust refusing to rise.
Look up to trouble on the face,
break shackles - thus freedom embrace.
As the sun shine on the crops,
merrily work like the raindrops.
Prasenjit©2022
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