I Will Prevail Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

There are times that I wanna wail,
Against the high winds I shall sail,
Withal what comes I shan't quail
For I am unquestionably not frail,
Looking up to people who travail
I too shall leave an estimable trail,
And I too have my very own grail,
I will prevail, I will prevail,
In my endeavour I shall not fail,
My procession nothing can curtail,
There are spots that I must nail,
From this misery I would outsail.