Tangibility of life.
Kept fighting with my smile on,
Because even in intense Sun,an ocean keeps flowing on.
Rest and sleep all have gone,
But faith and struggle were always on.
The fruits of labour were not yet ripe,
Life was gazing with a treacherous gibe.
For what all was this much hype,
Days of success still looked far and wide.
Sweat went through cheeks day and night,
The smell of victory was not in site.
Unsolved tasks were still upright,
The hour demanded a tough fight.
Sooner or later,I will win,
Defeats will vanish in minutes within.
No winner has got fortune so thin,
Sweet taste of victory lies there in.
Struggle is a priority in life's own kingdom,
You need guts to perform on the podium.
With true knowledge and immense wisdom,
One will achieve in a pace which is medium.
The favouring of luck is always a boon,
But, victory is never fed with a silver spoon.
Constant and consistent efforts will lead on to moon,
Smell of victory will come like the first shower of June.
Hustle each day until it's done,
Keep working on as if it's just for fun.
Either it's raining or it's sun,
Don't put it aside for more than none.
Focus and determination are the truest attire,
Failures do shake us like a live wire.
Desire to win lasts till the belly is filled with fire,
One should never let down the moving tier.
Life is a game with changing gears,
Room for success will look very rear.
Why to live out of fear,
When the days look bright and near.