Poem - The Path

The Path

Rough and tough

Twist and dwindle

Many bends, many thorns

Full of very many ups and downs

Many trees and twigs to cut down through

And countless hurdles to jump across

Full of risks and thorny tasks

Much confusion lay with obstructions

 As for help, no one to ask

The farther you go

The tougher it becomes

The Path

Only attempted by the brave

Hardworking and determined minds

That never gives up even when it winds

As it goes on

It becomes thinner

The beginning is dense

And it seems endless

Full of boils and toils

So also full of surprises and rewards

Many gave up along the path

Very little moved on all the same

Faced by the grip of fear

And the possibility of failure

Yet no retreating and no surrendering

On and on, march along

Break the thorns, cut the twigs

Fall many times only to rise again

And there it is, success attained.