Thursday, March 18, 2010

Always on the Verge

Always on the verge
Ready to merge

Something grabs a hold
Stopping me from the fold

I want to reach the goal
That burns in my soul

Forward the imperial march
Through the destitute marsh

To that better place
In the right chase

Optimism sets a course
For no more remorse

I seek such path
That cleanses the aftermath

Always on the verge
Ready to merge.

3 comments:

Chhaya said...

Go for that last mile...

give in....

find the solace :)

Ahsan said...

Be positive & optimistic. It is the right way to success. This is the motto of this poem

Rachana said...

Nice, enjoyed it.