Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat.
The turbulence the turmoil,
of the ride twirled like a coil.
Ever accomplished goal,
is the milestone for the next,
There is no ending point
we are left perplexed.
The rat race or is it cat,
leads to all the bitterness and spat.
Working hard for ,
what and who we love,
keeps us going like a buff.
Till in the end of the cliff,
we find the light ,
which was always within.
All the struggle was in dismay
Being in sync with oneself
was always the way!!




© Introvert Aquarian Kiran