Crests and Troughs

By Sayantan Das

Life can become tough,

There’s a sea of sorrow,

Everything seems rough,

There’s no hope for tomorrow

Responsibilities make you run away,

Too many a commitment to honour,

You feel like there’s no point to stay

And see thy heaped with dishonour

Disappointments are many

Which burden the poor soul

Joys don’t seem to be any

Darkness eats you up whole

There is nothing to live for

You’re already dead inside

You just sorely wish for

To be dead on the outside

But when in the darkness you grope

There comes a ray of light

A sweet little strand of hope

Don’t leave it; hold it tight.

Bring back the faith, the spirit, the joy

Leave this personal hell

And when you that, oh boy!

All seems to be well

Keep burning the fire of determination

Give your problems a shrug

And prepare for extermination

All you toxic bugs

Breach all the barriers rough

The land of happiness awaits, start rowing

For when the going gets tough,

The tough gets going

About the Author:

Sayantan Das is from the Batch of 2016–18. A Finance Enthusiast and B.Com. (Hons.) from St. Xavier’s College, Kolkata, he did his Summer Intern with J.P. Morgan and is currently the Coordinator of I.M.C.C