Marathon Race Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

My life is like a marathon race,
A run for hope
On an unending stretch
To reach a far away dream.


It is a run on a blind alley
Along a dreadfully narrow valley,
Rising uphill sometimes,
Falling downhill most of the times
To invisible morrows
In the thick fog of uncertainties.


It is a restless race
In a confusing maze,
Though resting places are aplenty
On both sides of the road,
No mood to break the inspired race,
No patience to brook and look back,
For, the race once began,
To the end, must be run.


The path is long, far and lonely,
With roses and thorns and slippery surface;
But, I am here to run that far,
But, I am here to run that far
Till legs fail and I go still
In the sweet nectar of lush darkness.