Pushed, ambushed, annihilated and battered
From the struggles, strife and disdain
Yet unabashed, unruffled, untouched and unperturbed
Stays my soul in solitude though pained
The fire of the spirit nearly extinguished
Yet there remains a kindling spark
That I will yet again turn into a flame
Continue plodding, pushing and persevering I shall
Trust me or not, this is not the end of the game
I may halt a moment, stumble and fall
Albeit shall not stop, not recoil, relapse or retrieve
For my travails are endless, eternal and infinite
My pride are my success, glories and victories
My learnings are the failures, follies, debacles and defeats
The bruises, marks, traumas, wails and wounds
Makes the body a temple and the soiree the soul seeks
