Drizzle Of Delight
Reining the wandering mind
I was all set to accomplish my goal.
The way was not a bed of flowers,
each step made me bleed of the thorns.
no words were pleasant! But the
longing hovered in my ears.
Getting up after tripping down was futile,
But I groomed myself to endure the hostility.
I was a solitary rebel rose to touch the skies.