Upper Hand Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Struggle is all over,
It might plainly appear
That one group of people always
Have the upper hand,
Instead of indulging in distress,
If the things at hand
Are put to effective use
Life would be pleasanter,
The time expended
Would be worthier,
As time continues to pass
You will grow wiser,
You will know when to raise
Your folded hands,
At some point in time
You'd get to have the upper hand,
If nothing else
A part of the struggle could cease
As you wait for the juncture,
The battle itself could get over
As you hold out, staying calmer.