Future
Poem
The poem calls for action and self-belief, reminding readers that their lives are examples of overcoming odds and that hope can dispel darkness.
| Omer Topaloglu | Issue 169 (Jan - Feb 2026)
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Your life is an example of uneven chances and miraculous survival.
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Defy pessimist thoughts and bitterness, and will yourself out of the gloom and darkness.
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Act now you are fearless; believe your future is victorious.
Future is dim but not hopeless
The rebellion in you is not worthless
Stop listening to songs of cowardice
Act yourself out of the gloom and darkness
Your life is an example of uneven chances
Your birth was every bit of miraculous
Beaten the odds countless times
Believe yourself out of the gloom and darkness
Outwork, outlive, outwill the doubters
Muscles are tired, mind is restless
Snap out and control your emotions
Defy yourself out of the gloom and darkness
Act now you are fearless!
Believe your future is victorious
Defy pessimist thoughts and bitterness
Will yourself out of the gloom and darkness
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