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AT THE MIDWAY

The 'midway fits' have held me back,

With their unpredictable hidden attack;

Grounded am I with sudden jerk,

As castigates me my question'd luck.

Can't I touch the finish line ?

Can't change the flows of bad adrenaline ?

But there's no pride in giving in,

Atonement deathly yet more in retreating.


There's many a bend ahead of me

As I down my stare from what I do fancy

That I see. Looking back with fear,

I find I've trodden the path no straight either.

The movement up the road does pose

The same impassable as what down does.

I  wonder in kind of dismay

How I have beaten the challenges of th' way !

In my caprice to move ahead

Have I walk'd over dangers unafraid --

Have flatten'd bumps and straighten'd curves

Untiring, unperplex'd for treasure troves.

A swing again I get right straight

Toward the jackpot beaconing yet bright'.

I find my legs getting agile,

Heart pacing fast and mind on rapid rail.

I soar and soar ahead unfazed

The trail in dust; the lead beyond fail ranged...

-- N P SAMAL







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