Triumph Poem by Mohammad Saif

The path he took was less journeyed

He knew it well yet chose to walk,

He strolled and strolled as others laughed;

Their envious minds could do no harm.


Bursting with hate they wished not well,

It couldn't stop him, he moved forward.

There were, though, the impediments

Which he was fated to evade.


He kept moving and did not rest,

Still, they made fun and mocked at him.

As he reached near toward his goal;

He turned back and wished well for them.