The Epitome of Aspiration

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)

I am not born with a silver spoon,

Still, I have untold golden dreams;

My aptitude is my boon,

That does not let me be screamed.

My failures come out as hope,

And adversities make me strong;

Where opportunities come and knock,

And make me broad.

My freedom can be tied with one line,

But my spirit is boundless;

When it grows with shine

And I become endless.

Surely, the path will be painful,

Yet, I have determined to be bolder;

The destination can be dreadful,

Still, let me be soldier.

By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)