His throat
was dry, his thirst crossed the limit,
His stomach
hurt, the reason being his hunger,
He couldn’t
remember the last time he rested.
His feet
were pricked by thorns,
He bore the
pain, couldn’t stop to relieve the strain.
But he still
kept moving, in quest of his target.
His eyes had
the vision, his heart held the passion,
He firmly
believed; success won’t elude for long.
He kept on
striving, moved at the pace of lightning,
He had miles
to go before he could sleep.
His motivation
was strong, his every step inspired the next,
He made up
his mind, didn’t believe in destiny.
He set the
mark on his goal,
He’ll stop
only when he gets it,
He’ll rest
only over there…
-Raj Mckay
