Till the other day, I was a wandering soul, <br />unsure of myself and my long cherished goal, <br />moving at a snail's pace was my indentity <br />and I always envisioned being a formidable entity. <br /> <br />The dawn soon arrived in form of thunder, <br />those ugly circumstances made me wonder, <br />if this is my life then scavangers are better <br />come what may, I ll never surrender. <br /> <br />Facing the heat became a newly found passion, <br />Company of the scorching sun was my only compassion, <br />the dripping sweat smelled sweeter than flowers, <br />and I lurched ahead admist torrent showers. <br /> <br />Midway I lost the streak, <br />Hurdles were hard and soul was weak, <br />Gathering all the courage, I started walking <br />tumbling though, I was still standing. <br /> <br />Hearing distant roar of trimph awakened the soul, <br />Once again, I found my long cherished goal, <br />the obstructions are still hard as cages, <br />Inside the heart, inferno rages. <br /> <br />This is the time to stand and fight, <br />belief in almighty is the only grace in sight. <br />Heros have always risen from ashes, <br />reducing every monster to burning lashes. <br /> <br />The dawn will be mine, <br />the sun will again shine, <br />the sweat will again smell like roses, <br />and once again, this soul will be intoxicated by glorious doses.<br /><br />Poras Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-238/
