A time of uncertainty, without guidance;
He looks for solace but doesn’t find it;
The firms keep applauding him, great milestones! they say,
But never offer a cushion of stability.
A juncture of anxiety, self-pity, and disbelief;
He chooses to be his indefatigable self;
Debilitated by constant repudiation;
He chooses to ignore it, his inert grief.
Possibilities and opportunities, come and go;
A call, a meeting, even a response;
A ray of hope, the silver lining;
Possibilities and opportunities all seem like placebos.
He knows one day, he would rest, cushioned;
Perseverance is what he was brought up with;
But there exists one undeniable truth in
The cushion will be available to everyone from him.
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