March Towards Victory

March Towards Victory prose poem

Sitting back and gazing at the contingencies,
That had their existence owing to a lack of effort,
A lack of attitude, a lack of passion,
The picture seemed so dark then, so dull,
When people had given up all hopes,
When the path seemed so untrodden and uphill,
And the system pathetic as it could be,
Then came together a group of people,
With some differences, some similarities,
With a common goal, to make things happen,
To change the on goings at every cost,
Eager to work under heavy load of expectations,
With time constraints that were invincible,
And clouds of conspiracies covering them,
Despite setbacks and tonnes of obstacles,
They are still rock solid and going strong,
Marching on towards their objective,
That is the best possible end,
For each of their fellow men,
They haven’t seen day or night,
To make their dream come true,
However unconducive the markets seem,
They have given up their time and peace,
As the end nears, it is yet so far,
There are still lot of questions unanswered,
And many more doubts uncleared,
Many more obstacles yet to be broken,
And mountains to be climbed,
However, the team will sweat it out,
With their best possible strength,
Faith, hope and confidence,
Neither sickness, nor pain,
Is going to halt them,
And I just pray, they end up,
Making the dark beginning,
A much more brighter end.

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