Aluta Continua
Victory! Victory! Victory!
He shouted.
He was optimistic,
But, situation was pessimistic.
He struggle to achieve,
Achievement is far near,
He moved closely, but far.
He tried to accomplish,
Mistakes never allowed.
He ‘dabbled’ and ‘wobbled’.
He fell and stood up.
He rose and fell.
The road is long and narrow.
But, he knew, he will succeed.
He managed to press on.
And when he least expected,
Victory came, yet aluta continua.
Copyright © Bright Aleruchi | Year Posted 2006
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