With visions hanging all around I stood;
but each way claimed to be rude.

Stumbling footprints, sickly thoughts I carried;
to the sea of fire and ice .
Not long ago did I cross fire
I met the latter twice.

It made not a jot of difference
as fate of success was my preference.

Shepherding all the rivals;
Making narrow thoughts shrivel
Explored the success across the shore
Pessimism now frightened me no more.

I built in me a being
whom the world could never shrink
~Muskan Dodmani