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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