We fill pages with enchanting ink To weave a story of our dreams, Testing every device and trick, Loading the river of glory to the brim.
We crave a hard day's work, An honest trudge till the end. But it's so human of us to reckon That there's treasure where there's a hunt.
We persevere as we parry blows Dealt by nemeses and allies alike Thinking that one day, we shall greet Satiety and gail with grins wide.
Alas, there's no yield after the sowing, No victory despite the sweat we shed. That's when a darkness crawls within- A pulsating fear that we'll never win.
The fear consumes us whole But we shake out of its hold Enough to find our feet again And to go all in one more time.
Girdled by doubts, we still believe That we'll keep fighting at the forefront For it's so human of us to reckon That there's treasure where there's a hunt. ~Nikki Mehta °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° For times when you feel "I can do this all day". #mettle#resilience#pod