Poem #2

This is my second poem. Quite instantaneous, raw and crude. Yet I guess, my message is clear.

I tread not with my social like,

with goals apart, I pick my way;

Come any trial, I shall not flee,

I know no relent, I’ll put up fight.

One fourth of life I moved on forth,

saw success n loss in equal share;

Its luck for sure, that ought not blamed,

if failure came, its solely mine.

With every chance that I had missed,

more wise and patient I have turned;

Victory would come to me for sure,

‘cos I have not yet given up hope.

Like every man, I have my whims,

dreams of power and money do come;

Not to earn and achieve them though,

but show them down and make them feel low.

I’m told that bliss is all that’s worth,

I find it not in my world though;

Till death ‘ll go my endeavour,

wont rest in peace till it be conquer’d

[P.S. : Errors and Omissions expected ]