Listening to the wind’s manifesto,
holding on to its gusto,
sailing along with its course,
beating its trail with a force,
the ship tossed in the rough seas.
Moving ahead across the rugged road,
struggling on with a smile broad,
enduring every hurdle with patience,
trying to out-beat the competition with a reference,
she treaded the desolate path all alone.
Braving the storm with diligence
shoved past the ship with an animated presence.
Pushing aside the obstacles with a determination
she raced towards the destination.
Hey you ! Will they reach their goal ?
Meenas Poems 