His face was moist
Heavy with sweat
He felt a little jolt
And a bit of regret
The sun shone harsh
And its rays menacing
His heart was losing faith
He needed little convincing
He remembered his struggle
And the times that were past
He told himself though
‘This is not going to last !!’
He faced defeat, and yet
He was yet to be beaten
Like success written in stone
Was not meant to be striken
He marched and marched
Till the road bent under his will
And he the spoils of victory
Felt soothing and tranquil
He had many a teachers
But none taught better
It was ‘The Journey’
That held him together..
