I went out in the quest for success
Instead landed up, ended up in a mess
Quagmired was I in a pool of cess
Slapped in the face, and hurt, oh yes!
My next moves were anybody's guess
But i chose to take the road traversed less
Deciding not to yield under the duress
I commenced yet again, the journey called success
And then I felt, God's hand caress
As if a stroke of air, so pure, so fresh
A new vista had opened for access
And resumed had been the sojourn called success!
- Prakash Deep Maheshwari
2 comments:
I think i found a new"Wordsworth".
im proud of u prashu a very nice poem, really touched my heart.
hey, ur blog url is incomplete. It shld have had 'Pristine' in it too [:)].
Nice poem. Actually it seemed more like a rock song.
Looking forward to regular postings.
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