The Winter Wine - Poem by Abhishek Shah
It was a cold winter, December it was,
When all got over and life started with a new cause.
He sat with a glass, full of imagined wine;
the single malt whiskey, the alcohol for which he didn't pine!
He sat back amidst a crowd, thinking about the past.
Eight years that have gone and how his conviction that has last!
It was a cold winter then, he was but a confused soul
searching for a reason; a definition for his goal!
There he found, hidden deep within her faith!
His capability to take over the world, to rise beyond the wraith.
He tried and failed, confused if was he really capable!
A life in future which is not just a fable!
He tried and strived, but yet often failed.
But her faith in him, forever prevailed.
A day so blissful when he grew up a level,
Little did he know that future would make him grovel!
Everyday was a fight, and every night he would mould.
He started as a charcoal and will strive till he becomes gold!
He would mould that soul which was once dented
to become the wine that is best fermented!
Failures he faced, not one but a lot!
Yet there where friends, who stood by him and made sure he fought!
In the end, he saw that checked line,
that feeling of happiness, the belief that everything will be fine!
His hope and inspiration, was still far ahead.
But his strength renewed he will march straight.
Many said, that the finish line is finally near!
To him, it is but the real start that is near.
The same friends who make him mature!
Enjoy his childish fun and carefree antics they endure.
With a force renewed, he starts again!
On that dream path of happiness and fame!
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