Trudging through the steep hills of life,
the valley of patience gets dry and dry.
Hotness of pain, not the giant Sun my friend,
evaporating the blood, showering the sweat, brings the courage to an end.
Embossed in my palms, are some sketches of destiny,
zig-zagged , cross crossed, but no tick marks, or sign of sanity.
Stop not, for the stars won’t change,
nor the moon, nor the sun, nor the universe would change.
Take a turn, when the time comes,
but don’t let the journey sooner end.
Aspire, desire, fill your eye’s pool with dreams, not water,
acquire, inspire, a new heart, to fly higher.
Revenge not, vomit the bitter grudge out,
as, for every bad deed, a bad reward is ready to sprout.
Think not, just start on, the things will arrange by themselves,
With a pure heart, just pray for once, leave the rest on Him to settle.