Each day is a struggle, <br />The dark of the night, a place to hide. <br />In the end is the beginning they say, <br />To get there is no child’s play <br />Surpassing the indefinite is not less than a dream, <br />Yet, I dream, swept away in the ocean of what could be! <br />My hopes lay rooted, away from the surface. <br />Lost, awaiting their rescue. <br />I walk through the tunnel towards the light, <br />Just this once I’ll cross the divide <br />A sudden stop? A mental block? <br />Nothing but man’s self- imagined plight! <br />Life is a series of change, <br />From the beginning’s beginning to the end’s end. <br />Amendments, adjustments. <br />Revision of oneself, modification of its ways <br />And I am lead to a new turn. <br />No stops in my path, <br />just a few bumps until I breathe my last. <br />Because after each day is the night, <br />Yet follows the light…<br /><br />aditi jain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-beginnings-and-endings/
