The Journey's Still On

The day I recognized the destination of life,

I begin the journey ignoring the mind's strife.

Mixed the sweat, blood and body soil

Confident 'bout getting the victory's coil.

Crossing each hurdle with a victory stroke

Didn't stop at any bridge that broke.

When the destination just an inch far,

The journey was ceased by failure's bar.

Cursing myself for what went wrong

My ears couldn't bear the losing bong.

The God heard to his child's down hope

For whom the result of his hard work was nope.

He explained that it's not the destination end

It's just the journey's beginning that wrongly went.

The fire for goal again came for the plan,

Picking up another route begins my tour once again...

—Aashish Kochhar