
Each drop of rain carves the stone
Each little seed finds its zone.
A tiny spark can light the flame,
Efforts, though small, are never in vain.
The tree stands tall, roots unseen,
Years of struggle make it serene.
Even the sun hides behind clouds,
Yet shines again to make us proud.
So tread the path, though steep it may be,
For every step shapes your destiny.
No effort’s wasted, no struggle’s in vain,
Each toil will bloom like flowers in rain.
@nandasagec manisha nandan
happy readings 📚

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