Purposive Look... Poem by Varsha M

There was a time
I wished most to aspire
But now is the vibe
To finally retire.

Holding on the gear
I dreamt to fathom miles
Little did I clear
Confusion of obstacles.

Marking my calendar
Doesn't change destiny
Outlay planner
Necessary for continuity.

Mark it my brother
Pricetag hang
Scribing future
On choices I bag.

Await ends here
Prize won dear
Blissful guide pair
Rejoicing heir.

I and you may never
Solve this riddle
Even though seems easier
Is not our candle.

Failure is teacher
Success encourager
Me and you jitter
Dipped in anger.

Twisting reed
Can't bend it
Humility heed
Only if you submit.

Me and you grunt
For breath comfort
On wheels, to hunt
All 'cause it support.