Life is nothing but a hurdle swing
A path of stones, I walk each day,
With skies of grey and hopes that sway.
The world feels heavy on my chest,
Yet onward still, I must contest.
Each step I take, a battle fought,
Through webs of worry, I am caught.
The dreams I chase seem far, remote,
Yet still, I cling with fragile hope.
The wind is cold, the road is long,
But deep within, there grows a song.
For every stumble, every fall,
I rise again, defy it all.
The hurdles loom, the shadows creep,
But courage wakes from where I sleep.
Through hardship’s fire, I forge my way,
And though I falter, though I sway,
I learn that strength is never still,
It bends, it breaks, but never will.
A life of hurdles? Yes, it’s true,
But with each scar, I start anew.
For every challenge that I face
Becomes the light I dare to chase.
In Rhythms & Silence- Rajit
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Rajit Unnithan
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