It was one scary night,
There was no moon in the sight.
Just wild breeze and rough wind,
Thrashing your bones to fall apart!
But, this is not something new,
The survival skill you always knew.
You fought bravely with all heart,
But you did not know the opposition was strong built.
The lost ones never come back,
Those who survived will go in shack.
But see you are still standing tall,
There is a crowd every now and then to howl.
Drops of tears can never fix what’s broken,
Now it’s time to be awake from the state of being shaken.
Learning from every fall,
This is how one grows tall.