The Journey

Vishu Mishra

I realize day in & out,

that my powers get feeble within.

when most beautiful things don't prosper,

& most delightful hopes turned-down.

It agitates my fear of ever-lasting,

those beautiful most, are but brevity.

I once had a feeling most sanguine.

now it enervates me, all new nights I sleep.

I live wih a code,un-faltered.

faith is rewarded, earnesty grows fruit.

though life wears me out every second,

day by day, hour by  hour, I just count.

There's a graveyard of dreams I pass,

some die at gates, others din't last.

I learn my lesson with every step.

those who din't quit may only pass.

There's a cruel test to an artist.

& a torrent of opinions hold you.

& most dear of people leave you.

A journey most difficultly sprawled.

I am an Illustrator, I am a poet.

I am an athlete, an actor.

I am a writer, a musician.

I am an artist, an evangelist. 

I am a sketcher.

I am a singer.

I am a dancer.

a poetic believer,

An idea,

a Divine spark,

& a devoted dream.

I will prevail.