When I walk along my path
With sight set on a far target,
Bumps and slumps do appear;
While sight's straight; faith, firm,
Passions drive to shoot goalpost,
Pitfalls pass invisd without a care.
No roads are straight, turns abound,
Life is not made for easy passage;
Pick your goal, shoal your tools,
Plan move within and over ground;
Escape routes for the nature's rage
Instill confidence to reach far goals.
I set my goal and set out on route
With passion and plan in detail writ,
No bumps and slumps I ever cared;
I walked and walked, began to run,
No labour, spared; no convenience, shared;
But alas, goalpost evaded my yen.
Vision is mine, efforts are mine,
All else, what unknown hands ordain;
Exploring horizons by itself, human;
What befalls while beat the bush
Never depend on mere human wish,
And I accept fruits without a push.
Life is endeavour, not much more;
A plant grows tall, reaches its height,
But waits for flower to bear the fruit
Till unknown hands pollinate flower;
I dream and plan and walk the route
Along blind path wherever it takes.
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