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Let us Think



Let us think, before the brink,
Is far too near to avoid.
Let us ponder, without the wander,
To which pondering-s often surrender.

Let us plan, prepare and consider,
What the consequence and subsequence may be.
Let us back ourselves up for the worst,
And not act martyrs to the expectation of a ‘luck spree’.

We must work, structured cerebrum and not exactly the optimist’s view,
Turn a brave face to every outcome but refrain from being the fool.
We must assume that the absence of soldiers at the periphery of the palace,
Won’t repeat itself for us to use as a tool.

Let us sit for hours in thought,
Let us jot down the pros and cons.
Let us hope for the best but hold,
In mind that no future holds indicators or horns.

Friend, don’t you open the box anticipating,
That it will contain a jack as conveyed by an intimate.
Don’t you go venturing in the dense, desolate woods,
Before putting forth in the head and looking behind and ahead what you’re putting at stake.

Stack trust on the cultivation list,
But ensure that you can tell it from stupidity.
With an insight into the difference don’t go by mere wags of the tongue,
The world doesn’t believe in ‘to be or not to be’.

Let us not disdain by calling a pain,
Precaution and consideration.
Let’s bear in head that planning ahead,
Bestows on us fruits of consumable preparation.




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