By Reenu Dipta
The cliff is high, the road is tough
But I am all set to not give up
The hurdles are big and boulders strong
But I am determined to not go wrong
Maybe I get shattered and torn apart
Or maybe wounded, by the piercing dart
But I will gather the courage to move on
For all battles recalled with pride, were bravely won
I will march on with my head held high
Wrestle strongly and relentlessly try
The slashes of destiny may ruthlessly put me down
But I will strike with an equal blow without a frown
The giant waves of time may rise high
To dampen my spirits and destroy my worth
But I will rise higher
To crush and quell their merriment and mirth