HARD PATHS

MAKING MY WAY TO
DESERT LIKE LANDS , FACING THE STORMS BUT I DIDN'T COMPLAINED.
HOW CAN I? I HAVE PROVED NOTHING YET , AND IN THIS PLACE PEOPLE LIVE ON
PROOF.

THEY ARE SO DUMB THAT THEY FEAR FROM TRYING SOME NEW. THAT'S WHY THEY
NEED A PROOF TO ASSURE THEMSELVES THAT THE PATH ISN'T SO RUDE.

BUT I HOPE I WILL SUCCEED ONE DAY AND WILL PROVE MY EXISTENCE , CREATING
A NEW WAY OF HUGE POSSIBILITIES.
LET THIS BLOOD FLOWING WITHIN BE USED IN IRRIGATING MY WAYS ,AND LET
THESE HANDS BE USED FOR THROWING SPIKES AWAY FROM THIS WAY .

LET MY FEET WALK ON MY OWN WAY .
PLEASE DON'T CALL ME FROM BACK NEITHER LAUGH UPON ME BECAUSE I FEAR
SOMEDAY YOU WILL HAVE TO BE SHAMEFUL ON YOUR GREED.

GREED TO CONSIDER THIS WHOLE WORLD THEIRS AND NOT LETTING OTHERS TO MAKE
THEIR OWN WAY.

-JYOTENDRA SHARMA


this poem was to initiate the HANG OUT section , please appreciate my first creation.