A WORD OF PUSH
A push, my child, is a creator,
A push is which can be predator.
Know what power it holds?
A push in courage creates destiny,
Devoid of care, troubles souls for eternity;
A push of hope can envision a trivial mind,
One with belittling words, destroy character in grind;
It gladdens a life with thoughts heavenly and sweet,
Or destroy dreams like trampling beasts in fleet.
You see dear,
A push makes worthy stand strong,
For money and power are just get along,
And talent more often than not,
Too proud a virtue for most lot.
Don’t care I whether you have these,
Certainly no concern, maybe bit, if you please.
I tell you dear,
Ago my father pushed a simpleton me to survive,
That push created utopia, now which is our hive.
Believe too you in its power,
Push you to bloom dear go be a flower.
You have a beautiful life to spawn,
I push you in hope dear, a push you will thrive on.
By Prashant Magar