In everybody’s life, there comes a day
When you sit in silence and the thoughts play
It was not this what you have dreamt,
May be you still need to move miles, to get it nascent
The world would never be the same
Time that pass, would never have the lost spark in its
flame...
In an attempt to burn the flame,
You try to recuperate, and plod in the game…
The saturnine stars show up their monster face,
You wonder, if there would ever be an end to the race...
Still, you plod, plod till you bleed
The savor of success is all you need
Because there is a sunshine after a cloudy day,
The positive thoughts still ponder on their way,
You still love to die while chasing your dream,
And realize that there isn’t much time to maudlin
Brought back to the reality, by your instinct to win…
Maybe some efforts are still left, maybe the last interim…
Still, you plod, plod till you bleed…
The savor of success is all you need…
Mettlesome you, have done it finally
Worshiped as the epitome of intractability.(C)Parul Sharma
13/6/2014
