The question haunts me a lot of times…..
And as I get up again ….
With the dust in my eyes…
Blinding me completely….
Trying to regain my balance.
The fall is bad ……..
and I see from the ground
A lot of people have gone miles ahead.
It has been hard.
I tried running a lot of times but slipped.
And everytime I slipped I lagged behind by a few miles….
A few years….a few more achievements….
And everytime I get up again …Iask my self
Why will I win ?
How will I soar above this sky
When all I have is a pair of hands and no wings .
Then I realise I am alive…..
the air is still with me.
The passion is still with me to fly….
And that’s why I will win…..
Why will I win?
When the sea ahead is very rough.
When my boat is full of holes and is sinking.
I will win because I have the oar still in my hands.
I will win because the power is still in those arms
To row across the wildest of seas……..
the roughest of storms……
Why will I win?
When the blood is oozing from all wounds….
When the soldiers around me have all gone
But I still have my sword in my hand …
I still have that roar…I still have that fanaticism
WHY will I win?
When the doors are all closed.
When the air is stifled ….its difficult to breathe.
But I still have hope.
To break free and crush all barriers and open the window
To the rays of light.
That’s why I will win
That’s why I will spring out from the deepest of pits
That’s why I will destroy all that stops.
And that’s why I will win.
And as I get up again ….
With the dust in my eyes…
Blinding me completely….
Trying to regain my balance.
The fall is bad ……..
and I see from the ground
A lot of people have gone miles ahead.
It has been hard.
I tried running a lot of times but slipped.
And everytime I slipped I lagged behind by a few miles….
A few years….a few more achievements….
And everytime I get up again …Iask my self
Why will I win ?
How will I soar above this sky
When all I have is a pair of hands and no wings .
Then I realise I am alive…..
the air is still with me.
The passion is still with me to fly….
And that’s why I will win…..
Why will I win?
When the sea ahead is very rough.
When my boat is full of holes and is sinking.
I will win because I have the oar still in my hands.
I will win because the power is still in those arms
To row across the wildest of seas……..
the roughest of storms……
Why will I win?
When the blood is oozing from all wounds….
When the soldiers around me have all gone
But I still have my sword in my hand …
I still have that roar…I still have that fanaticism
WHY will I win?
When the doors are all closed.
When the air is stifled ….its difficult to breathe.
But I still have hope.
To break free and crush all barriers and open the window
To the rays of light.
That’s why I will win
That’s why I will spring out from the deepest of pits
That’s why I will destroy all that stops.
And that’s why I will win.
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5 comments:
Really nice!!!
thanks a lot!
Bhuvan.. just had a glimpse of your poems, but i can tell you that its from the heart, its good and i liked them.
Will be back at leisure to read them all.
That's called fortitude... loved this one.
motivation truth and autorealization... good goals to achieve bhuvan. Its simply amazing how words can be used to create something as powerful as that. Bravo.
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