Tell me not, you are tired;

Consistent perseverance is lost, and persistency has torn you down.

Your agony of making great, has turned into settling lest.

Tell me not, you have learnt; play symphony of excuses and nay;

Dare you, forget your dreams, care you live with shame;

Unfinished task, existence crisis; not fighting back, but singing “why this? “

Raise your head with proud and hout,

Candle yourself with fire of desire;

Wait not, if noone helps, worry not, if noone works,

Tell me only, when you are done, singing song with musical rhythm;

Of success, of quest, of this, of that;

But giving up, Don’t tell me that.