ARE YOU STILL WAITING FOR MANNA?

Even though
Our mother's breast still remains dry
Our footprints of laziness
Have we left behind
TO soar up above
Clouds of failure

Yes, we know the ground is dry
But we will till and try
Bagging all we thought we knew
Into a world anew
We will reach beyond to lead the pack
And not waste our time lookimg back
Though the road might seem narrow
Who cares if it gets down to oru marrow
As long as we reached we we drew
Then we can settle on leaves of success like dew