Passing along the road
Covered with fog
On the way to the top of
The hill
Went on
Like a thrilling experience.
Went on moving
Through thorns, pricking stones
And unclear view
Did block my way
But.....
I was free from any thoughts
Free from any desire
My mind was crystal clear
As my only destination
Was the top of hill.
Never came across
Any other roads
Which made me to stand
And think
Which road
I should choose.
Or I didn't look here
And there
Is any other road
So that I can change my way.
I didn't search for any option
For my convenience
Or happiness.
Though my road
Unclear
And only a dim light was
Showing me a path.
I travelled enthusiastically
As long as I just turned
Behind
To just a view of the road
Which I crossed
Unbelievable it was
The road which I
Crossed was
As crystal clear
That surprised me.
So much difference
The road ahead full of fog unclear
And the road which I crossed one, was clear.
So I thought
I should go back,
As I felt the lucid way
Is calling me back, so I turned
But a huge block of stone
Fell on the way
Now I couldn't get a
View of road itself.
No choice
Move On!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
Great write, no matter what obstacles are in our way we have to move on with a positive attitude!
the road to the top of the hill will be hazardous but move on Face the challenges...'tis a true emotion! ! Magnanimous poem! ! !
We have to stop sometimes to see better! ! ! ! Even what is crystal could become glass! ! ! But we go on.
Move on moved boldly and demanded to carry on nice poem thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Geetha, It must have been the way you needed to go x x