The Pilgrimage
The Pilgrimage
Beholding the stretches of time
Fledgling to a new existence
An existence bejewelled, yet adversity for a couple
Endeavour hope, struggle, anguish, agony
Studded ecstasy, rosiness, happiness
All getatable at one notch
A notch of disposition called life.
Life is a taste both sweet and bitter
Life is an abstraction, be obstinate aback.
Know that triumph doesn't betide, if laid barren
Nor does life evolves
If not complacent and complaining
Heart and soul keeps illuminating this pilgrimage.
Tenacity and constancy drives forth
Zenith awaits for those with nobility.
Upholding earnestly a rift to this mysterious pilgrimage.