Poras Sharma - Dreams

Till the other day, I was a wandering soul,
unsure of myself and my long cherished goal,
moving at a snail's pace was my indentity
and I always envisioned being a formidable entity.

The dawn soon arrived in form of thunder,
those ugly circumstances made me wonder,
if this is my life then scavangers are better
come what may, I ll never surrender.

Facing the heat became a newly found passion,
Company of the scorching sun was my only compassion,
the dripping sweat smelled sweeter than flowers,
and I lurched ahead admist torrent showers.

Midway I lost the streak,
Hurdles were hard and soul was weak,
Gathering all the courage, I started walking
tumbling though, I was still standing.

Hearing distant roar of trimph awakened the soul,
Once again, I found my long cherished goal,
the obstructions are still hard as cages,
Inside the heart, inferno rages.

This is the time to stand and fight,
belief in almighty is the only grace in sight.
Heros have always risen from ashes,
reducing every monster to burning lashes.

The dawn will be mine,
the sun will again shine,
the sweat will again smell like roses,
and once again, this soul will be intoxicated by glorious doses.

Poras Sharma

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