I worked hard to get there,
Every minute spent to take that step.
What is that place?
The blessing of experiencing moments of happiness,
And the warmth of peace.
Yet if my imagination flips,
And the wheels take a different turn,
Will my confidence slip?
Will I ever be able to shine again,
As quickly as a flash, or remain as ash?
I know I am hesitant,
Caught in continuous tension,
Wondering if the time spent was enough
To achieve the feelings I expected.
To achieve the position respected,
And reach the end of this quest —
Who knows what is driven by destiny,
What is written by fate?
If I am meant to fly high,
Then I must be ready to touch the sky.
Soar to great heights;
I assure you, no one can stop you
From waving your hands in front of the flashing lights.
The undeniable truth is this:
As you expressed your level best,
Wish the one only to grant you
With the deserving rest.
Written By :- Aradhya
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The Reflecting Piece
شِعرThis poem reflects a journey of self-reflection, ambition, and the quest for personal fulfillment. It explores the highs and lows of pursuing a dream, capturing the tension between the fear of failure and the courage to rise again. The narrator conf...
