stony,stormy,rude,rustic and crude
was how the road looked
splendid,dazzling,pleasing,grand and angelic
was how the pinnacles unveiled.
I Surpassed the storm and
cleared away the stones,
I Swallowd the rudeness and
smoothened the crudeness.
So promptly did my soul desired for the peak
that the eagle eye of mine passed over the bleak…..
In every single dream of mine
was the peak calling me to the cloud nine…..
Crushed to the core and
bruised till end
the spark of my only dream
started disappearing it seemed……
I asked the lord….was he so ruthless?
I waited,i stayed,i hoped
I sustained the tyranny
And the the voice within ,one day…reeled off ……
“I am so near and giving up is never dear”
The only dream of mine called for
“one more chance”
This one is not just one
it holds within all those ones
which makes the staircase for