If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

You appeared in those days when all things just seem to be in the shadows
You brought joy & happiness and swept the tears away with all the sorrows
When I thought that my life is on the roughest of all the surface
When I thought that my journey is no worth and had to end my life’s phase

You began telling me that things can be better
That is why I thought of writing you this letter
I remember those days, just a few years when you came
When you saved my existence from rising flames

I would like to tell you that knowing you was such treasure
And I could say that there is no doubt that you brought me pleasure
At first glance you had me doubtful
Not because I didn’t want to trust anybody, I was just frightful

Thank you for showing me that there is always sunrise after each day
Thank you for showing me that somehow everything is going to be okay
We had our laughs, we both shed our tears
We had best from out of nothing, you took away all of my fears

I remember each moment when we were together
I just thought it would last, and it would be forever
Then one day you never came to where we once met
That day I thought that you were somewhere else, so I waited till the sun has set

I just found out that you went away
With another, a man who was once a stray
I thought that we just had something coming between us
Something mutual and something that was just

That night I went to bed, I wasn’t able to sleep I just thought of you instead
Thought more about the days we were together and had thoughts  of why you fled
Then it came to me that I was once more alone
I will never be with another if not with you, I’d rather have a heart of stone

With every second, every minute of the hours of each passing day
I will be waiting for that tomorrow, that day that I still pray
I may have not been that much worth of a man that you came to know
Still inside I long for you, I still await for you at that place where life still flows

I just hope that someday if ever again that we meet
You would still remember the story of our love so sweet
Even if you no longer feel the same feeling that my heart beats
Even if your heart no longer remembers that mine loves you with such great feat

They said that a sentence is a word or a group of words that expresses a complete thought
Though it sometimes compares to a sanction to a life of imprisonment for things done and ought
With one stroke we write, like steps we learned at the early stages of life
Then we begin to think things through, and begins a story of struggles and strife

We make our own articles as results of the things we do
In  every move we show to enunciate without really thinking things through
Our consonants are the consequences of all the vowels that we made
Though in reality we have more debts in our vowels that needs to be paid

The conjunctions of our uncertainties are left alone in the foggy mist
The verbs and its tenses criticized with the words we used in bliss
We sometimes make and get compliments but not till the final point of this

Life is really just a sentence, through writing or a result of crime
Our society in every book written educated by any prime
You may be from the future, the present or the past
But you will always will have a sentence till the world could last

We have our own grammars and it may be right or wrong
We often use it in a poem or a song
We have our own grammars even from the time of our birth
We have always used it, without knowing for what its worth

Though it is said that a sentence is a word or group of words that has a complete thought
It can also be the final destination of every crime we have ought
This world is also a sentence to where we are imprisoned in
This whole world is a sentence to where we end life and begin again