o dear wayfarer
in the desert way of life a storm of sands may sweep making eyes blind.
in the mirage you may lose your way
your tired feet demand a rest.
body may unwilling to move.
but stop not your
journey is yet to end.
go ahead, go ahead.
a long ways still to go.
o dear wayfarer go on walking.
some energy is still in your soul.
take fast steps towards your aim
you have to reach there before the evening.
you are born to face the troubles with strong hands.
you are born to win and take the risk
challenge luck-whatever they are.
be ready to walk on thorny way scattered.
fear not just few away there oasis on the way.
©subirmitra
S