by Hithyshi H. Kumar
What is it that supposed to be?
On the way, toward the dream.
Reckon it must be a realm
Of unduly hopes--for that,are we?
After every stride with a will,
Taking on...to prise and ace;
With sheer sense to face
And dare to the advent of thrill.
Whether it's going uphill or
Dropping off in a stint;
Every head trip makes a distinct,
But an unexpected way to go for.
As they say- find a new path and leave a trail behind.
If can not, follow the path and make a wonder for someone to find....
Copyright ©:Hithyshi H. Kumar
Last updated November 12, 2014