A juvenile on the strands of life, en route his pristine stroll,
Etches the virgin sand, opens his heart and soul…
He tries to assert, he shrieks & shouts, but his convictions remain untold,
As fleeting yet resolute waves, run down the mundane shore…
Burning the midnight oil, fuelling it with sacrifices of delights galore,
He toils and plies, with the reverie of success in soul…
Looming is a future, of expectations and pressures mammoth,
Amidst ruthless struggles, punitive his efforts denote…
That vestige as the last abode, all he craves, is the refuge in the celestial silhouette…
As the zenith impends, perspires anxiety beneath,
Accentuated by hopes of pedigree profuse, excruciating apprehension grows…
And with ecstasy, the finale explodes, and deluge of rapture pours,
In triumph, he revel’s exalted to epitome pedestal, where incessantly idyllic ardour flows…
Amidst euphoric festivities, cherished ones in delight rejoice,
With success as a synonym, felt is the sheer feeling of divine…
With joy in each stride, and bliss in each breath,
On a flight of fancy, this juvenile panache soars…
In the arena of heart and soul, dances now his life in elation,
With poise, charm and serenity, to the vivacious intonations, on the mellow melodies of uncertain shores…
Now meanings emerge anew and new visions in spirit stored,
In an ocean of celestial potential, his humble stream gradually grows…
– Composed sometime between 1998 and 2003
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