You put thistles in my way, <br />As I traversed hill and plain, night and day. <br />I bore the pain with smiles; I bled. <br />I had nothing to say. <br /> <br />Your scorching sun pierced my eye, <br />When all the worlds slept under a starlit-sky. <br />But I groped away, blinded. <br />I thought I'd try. <br /> <br />You let me fight my battles alone, <br />As though it were a sin to atone. <br />I fought, I bore, and undaunted, <br />I did not make a moan. <br /> <br />I tried, I've come this far, <br />I know I've many impediment to par. <br />But, promise me this: <br />That I'd attain your Star. <br />Do promise me this, <br />That I'd attain your Star. <br /> <br />O' Ram, for then I shall not have striven in vain! <br />For then I shall not have striven in vain!<br /><br />Krishnarasa Seshadri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-then-i-shall-not-have-striven-in-vain/
