I Always Win Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The great bell rings,
The young traveller wakes up
And starts his holy journey,
The meadows,
The mountains,
The rivers,
The seas,
Everything invites him joyously,
The traveller too begins to proceed
With real energy and enthusiasm,
In course of his journey
The cruel destiny laughs at him in different times,
But the young wayfarer smiles and confidently says to him,
'Always remember
I am a true traveller,
I always win.'