A blow on my back
Crushed my face to sand.
Defeated and broken I felt
As I stood there stolen.
My dreams, my imagination,all gone
Just with one blow of the traitor.
Laid under open sky on the dust
Still, without life, for hours.
Pain of being a looser crushes
Stamp of failure nails.
Gathering broken strength
Stood I to see dusking sun.
Down down it hid at farthest end
Pulling curtains dark colored.
And I hovered with negativity
With the dawn of darkness.
Rays of hope shone again
As I saw the riding sun, far away.
The more I chased light
To reach out and hold it right.
With every reaching step
Horizon became the limit.
Fathoming horizon never happen
Achieving my vision, keeps motion.
Written on 08.05.2020.08: 09 pm.
Oh! What a piece of writing... Each words has piercing effect.... Very good..,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems are motivating, Varsha For them horizon is the only limit