The pressure is rising
It is stifling.
Going a little forward
sends in a big push backward.
back to the old status.
With fingers crossed
with a sullenness embossed
he sits dazed in a corner
knowing not
how to win over?
He would win over.
His friend assures him over and over.
But he has lost hope entire.
Having been true and sincere
he receives no reward ever
Having been diligent and hard-working
leaves him with nothing.
He sits dazed in a corner
knowing not
how to win over?
He would win over
It looks he would not win over.
The righteous get setbacks initially.
They are in tight spots temporarily.
They are not in the majority.
So their fight appears a waste outwardly.
As all know truth is triumphant finally
He would win and regain confidence
as he stands for truth with evidence
He would certainly emerge victorious.
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