There was a girl unknown in town
Her face placid like a sea
A passionate dreamer was she.
Girls of her age stayed in vogue
Dislike their snob
Moon and stars got her heart throb.
She loved to walk the fields
But they had roses and thorns
Clarity of her choices never made her torn.
Plucking a few roses that captured her heart
Scent, tender petals made them pretty
Thorns lawfully reduced it’s beauty.
Aiming to reach the mountain ahead
To stand at it’s peak
To feel the happiness streak.
Lost in her dreams
She continued her steps
A thorn in her finger crept
It bled, it pained
But she kept her foot firm
To reach her aim, she had to be mum.
A warrior who fights
Wars of emotions unspoken
Injury on her finger was easily forgotten.
Her garden of life
Where she was taking a walk
Had little roses more thorns in stock.
Trained she was
To feel their pain
To reach her dream she would bear the strain.
The moon smiled at her
The stars narrated her tales
The majesty of her hopes would never let her fail.
Her walk is long
The mountain is far
Roses are less, thorns amass.
Life is a garden
Roses are happiness, thorns are painful treads
The dream is to reach for the mountain ahead.
# A Striver
# who believes
# Zindagi Gulzar Hai!!