A Quest
In search of an opportunity
For a breakthrough in life,
I roamed about,
Knocking every door
But no one opened.
Day and night I gazed at stars
And looked around with hope.
I toiled & toiled, nothing came out
And patience waited
Till it also became impatient.
Nothing more could I do,
Nothing could I grasp
A shiver passes through my body.
In the hide and seek of life
There is a race to reach the top.
But chances never came to help
Though it looms everywhere,
Testing the character of man
Who could hold his self, neat and fair.
Waiting for things to happen
Is a wishful thought no doubt
But when you set to do it
The chance is all about.
And if by chance you falter
It holds you and you sight the top of the race
You win and win you all the fight.
Chance is a helper always
If you start a right.
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