Treading on the shards of the broken dreams
Life drags the weary traveller on
Through the path that’s filled with gleams
Of reflection where the mirage is drawn;
Too late, too late, the hour in gone
The jet is strong with rocks on the way
Let it now flow and pass through the stream
Gliding , gurgling, taking one for the team.
Get on the ground, the truth to embrace
The goodly friend with a steady pace
The thorns on the road have long bloomed too
That life has watered all night through
The darkness is gone, there’s light of the morn
That welcomes him, with garlands to adorn.
The traveller thus now comes to rest
Surviving through the toughest test
He looks on at the horizon far
His sight extending to the smiling star,
It blinks and sparkles and shines too
The journey then ends for the chosen few.