Trudge On & Forge Ahead
A poem
Seeing you fail once,
Twice and thrice,
The clattering buffoons
Get a special invite
To germinate the seeds
Of self-doubt and sorrow,
And drown you in the worries
Of today and tomorrow.
But pay no heed to
Their pessimistic thoughts,
For you do not conceive
That gloomy drought.
Inducing rain of optimism
For ambitions to grow,
Your soil is fecund
With the minerals of hope.
Ensuring you remain
Buried in the sands,
They humiliate you without
Lending a helping hand,
For it helps them maintain a
Perception of relative esteem,
Which otherwise might get
Blown to smithereens.
But patiently pedaling
Without fretting about speed,
Alone you cycled through
The obstacles with ease,
This sweet childhood memory
Translates beautifully in life,
For outcomes like speed
Become incidental after a while.
Dying to see you
Fall at every level,
The dulcet tones of ‘well-wishers’
Are envious but feeble,
Innumerable times by them
You might get misled,
Yet you must trudge on
And forge ahead.
Fighting unflinchingly
Without feeling tired,
Be gallant enough to
Navigate the quagmires,
Falter, slip back,
Fall and sink,
Only to get up and
Join the missing link.
