A DIRECT STATEMENT

Deserted ideas, idiot modes
Leave them aside
So as you cross the roads.
Rise up to that height
so their caps fall,
Defeat the graves and live till lives destroy
And denote the class called 'Man'.

What'd gone, gone.
What'd destroyed, destroyed.
Yet feel your existance
So that you can smile
When the circumstances compel you to be frowned.
Worry not if all is gone
And I bet you will emerge out crowned.
Come up with a new spirit,
The spirit of a man of your expectations
Which will drive you to your destinations.

And then my friend
You will find yourself like a stone
Standing firmly in series of cyclones.
Standing with a smile that
Lasts forever on your lips,
Successes you will get that
Can't be counted on tips.
Cheered by the crowd
Which surrounds you all around,
When'll hold your face high
You will always find me
With my heart filled with joy.

You will always get, but,
A helping hand from me
In all that you do
Whenever you think
Troubles approach you.

one of the early poems which i have written. got help of a friend with its four lines.