A MARCH

How difficult it is to preserve beauty,
Yet how difficult is it to forget the beauty.
How difficult it is to face the truth,
Yet how difficult is it to survive the truth.
How difficult it is to forgive,
Yet how difficult is it to forgive and forget.
How difficult it is to climb the mountain,
Yet how difficult is it to remain at one conquered peak.
How difficult it is to have rosy dreams,
Yet how difficult is it to achieve these dreams.

Pondering upon the mysticism and magic,
Introspecting the inner self’s charisma and sparkle,
Searching for more difficulties to overcome
Looking for solace and satisfaction
Looking for cheer, calm and happiness,
The Mortal gradually marches, marches, marches…..
To unknown places
And unknown faces.

Enduring the questioning glares
Bearing the tormenting stares
Man moves on and on and on…..
His love, his passion
His strength, his emotions
All leave him and escape
Still what remains is the mortal’s memorable march

A march to overcome
A march to win
A march of happiness….!!


-Arya