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Good Things Take Time

 Are you waiting for a miracle,

Are you waiting for joy?

Are you waiting for hope,

Are you waiting for no coy?


But in the end you get upset,

Because it never comes,

You feel like you are,

Getting beaten up like drums.


But don't let yourself down,

Because more good things are yet to come,

Good things take time,

And there's no way you get to .miss out on fun.


Things tend to happen,

Slower than we want,

But just because they happen slowly, 

Doesn't mean they won't.


If you miss out on certain fun,

You'll get that fun back soon,

Just be patient,

And then you might even reach the moon.


Give it some time,

Like you might need time too,

Because if you wait, no matter how long,

Good things will reach you.

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  1. T.SrinivasanAugust 13, 2024 at 7:39 PM

    Good and positive thoughts and words. Patience is one of the weapons to success. I'm proud about your way of giving messages . God bless you Shriyandhaa
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  2. Shyamala N.August 14, 2024 at 8:25 AM

    Oh! What a beautiful thought da pattu!! You have worded very aptly that one must never give up when things seem bleak and not going one’s way, and live in constant hope of seeing better days soon ! Rather than spending one’s energy on being gloomy and sad , one must really manifest with all his might and positivity for the wheels of time to turn faster and dispel all despair sooner !!

    I also feel most of us make the mistake of praying for only happiness to the Almighty; it is as impossible a wish as immortality! Instead, we must pray for the strength to wade through the dark times, and at the same time , for the wisdom to be able to see happiness and sadness as two sides of the same coin !

    As always , your poem goes to show that your thoughts are exalted and your perception is well ahead of your age! Thoroughly enjoyed reading the poem da kanna kutty!!

    Loads and loads of love to you !! ❤️❤️

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