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The Success Journey

By N. V. Krishna


When dawn's first bloom ignites the air, 

And whispered dreams begin to stir, 

Focus, like a falcon's piercing gaze, 

Cuts through the world's bewildering haze. 

It pins the vision, sharp and bright, 

Illuminating morning's light,

 And guides the soul with purpose true,

 Through every task the day brings new.


Though mountains hover, and rivers swell, 

And doubts within the spirit dwell, 

Perseverance, like a root-bound tree, 

Stands vigorous against adversity. 

Through storm and drought, it holds its ground, 

Until the victory is crowned. 

Each stumble met, a lesson learned, 

Until the destined path is earned.


A sculptor's touch, a steady hand, 

Transforms the clay across the land. 

Consistency, a patient grace, 

Etches success upon time's face. 

Small efforts woven, day by day, 

Will clear the stones from every way. 

Like ocean tides, that ebb and flow, 

A mighty current starts to grow.


And oft the heart must bravely yield, 

To battles fought on life's wide field. 

Sacrifice, a silent vow, 

For future glory, even now. 

The easy comforts set aside, 

With purpose as your only guide. 

For gems unseen, and goals so grand, 

Demand the strength within your hand.


Then feel the soul expand and rise, 

Reflecting wisdom in your eyes. 

Through every challenge, every test, 

Your being finds its truest zest. 

This journey's essence, pure and deep, 

Is boundless, ceaseless Growth to keep. 

The stars themselves begin to gleam, 

Reflecting back your vibrant dream.



*****

By N. V. Krishna



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