#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Even when the wind of life hits so hard,
Pushing forward,even when the road is barred,
The heat from the soil making movement difficult,
The shining star at the front gives strength to endure all the insult,
Rejection and condemnation becomes a norm
But that only helps in self reform,
Giving up sometimes creep in,
Looking back at the journey, the efforts must not end in a bin,
Gathering the weak body,
Every falls when walking become comedy,
In the absence of motivation ,
Pains become the only consolation


© beanbhasail