Discipline - Poem by Vaishnavi Singh

March on your toe,
with the head towards time;
Work with your hands,
with your heart looking at time.

A second missed is time lost,
Never be late at any cost.
Different duty, different time,
But all sing the same rhyme.

Waiting to see one good scene
will wash out the upcoming ones
Towards discipline if you lean,
will earn you the best ones.

Discipline is where value of time exists,
Desire is dream where discipline doesn't exists.
Don't confuse your mind now,
But do your work in time any how.

Poems by Vaishnavi Singh

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