all the hearts

i think this one is from my school days, though it doesn't really matter.. i don't know why i wrote like this, back then..

there were a few essays to be written on 'National Integration' and a couple of poems to be scribbled on 'Unconditional Goodwill'.. the essay on 'National Integration' got selected and was presented in 'Mani Bhavan' in Bombay, where Gandhiji seemed to have resided when in Bombay, back in his days.

but the piece of crumpled paper with these lines, stayed with me all these years..

so here goes nothing as usual..

don't stop till you win all the hearts

don't matter how hard are the fights;

don't ever tell them, about the nights,

till the first and last of the hearts.

won't kill you, just let go a while;

it ain't improving; till you shine,

can't give up; and let that happen;

don't turn away; even for a while.

can't go down;can't ever look away

don't say can't do; keep'em at bay;

chase the colors; king of the sea;

dare the landscape; that's the view.

never ever you break down and weep;

unless to make you stronger n deep;

never tell them the part ofyou; weak,

no one has clue as to what to seek.

it ain't matter in the end; nothing;

it ain't bothering anyone; everything;

burn, the might, silence and the lights;

n don't ever stop; till all the hearts!