That Can Be Done

I say to myself

not once but many times.

It is being a chorus

I repeat on and off.


Saying so I go ahead.

Push myself to complete

undergo a lot  of strain.

It is a practice that kills,

plays havoc — a devastation.


I try my best to come out.

A discipline, Icreated,

places me in a pinnacle,

I work hard to achieve

drains  the energy.


Unable to sustain

I mumble that has

to be done anyhow.

Habits die hard.

Mine will last, I suppose

until  the end.






















By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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