The Eternal Endeavourist Poem by Subhajit Ganguly

Time runs away from him in fear -
Like sand through a tight fist.
His tired stars stroll across the pitch-black grasslands,
While he, himself, remains almost clouded in mist -
The eternal endeavourist!
Ghosts of success and failure,
Randomly, try to allure him
Into the night.
Throughout his one long jittery night,
Many an owl's cry
His peace of mind has to fight.
Still, he holds on to his beliefs tight...

He hopes to pass the bizarre night on himself!
He never stops his endeavour, for a moment;
Sometimes, the insipid rain, merciless,
Conspires, crushing him to death.
Yet, the man never goes slow!
Feted against all the odds.
How? Nobody knows.
Undeterred, unabated, yet uncharted he goes...