At a sudden tap; sounds of a call.

Not a call to feel weak and down,

Not a call to rely and heed to defeat,

Not a call to fall and just backslide,

It’s a call duty blown on by nature.

It’s a call to wake, get up and voice.

That at the red and black point of life,

For a junction to mount higher it is.Never you concede and fall to defeat,When the actual race is still very on.Dear not blow out your own whistle,When the real whistle is still lowly kept.

The Scribe