My Journey To Destiny Poem by Varsha M
My Journey To Destiny
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.
Varsha Madhulika,08.05.2020
This poem I wrote for horizon. When I have to think of horizon how will I paint it an unknown. Then I thought how a person is crushed and left to die. But he rises to see the setting sun at far and wants to reach that horizon. With every step the horizon too receed but in hope to reach it at some time he makes it to life and rises up again. That is how this poem took birth.
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8/8/2025 4:32:01 AM # 1.0.0
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. Betrayal, pain, sufferings. the thoughts of insensitive mind that offends you.. like this poem. tony
Thank-you Sir. This poem I wrote for horizon. When I have to think of horizon how will I paint it an unknown. Then I thought how a person is crushed and left to die. But he rises to see the setting sun at far and wants to reach that horizon. With every step the horizon too receed but in hope to reach it at some time he makes it to life and rises up again. That is how this poem took birth.