045. I Have My Word To Cross And Reach Poem by Praveen Kumar Title Golden Wonder

The path ahead is long and winding,
Fall and rise in the passage is binding,
Mammoth rocks block, tall walls stall,
Wild beasts do foist dread of sudden fall,
Invisd insects suck blood from life –
But I’ve my word to cross and reach
And take you to nest of love and warmth
To breed our dreams to resounding truth.

Half way you come and half way I cross,
Why half and half do not make full?
Mysterious pulls do stand betwixt us
That thrust us afar and we move apart;
How long to bear this tortuous game?
A quarter mile ahead, full mile pull-back,
Criss-cross passage does drain the soul,
But, firm at purpose, I renew endeavour.

I know, I reach and take you to arms,
Comfort your soul with love and warmth;
The promise me keeps struggling along
Oblivious of pains and disgrace on road;
When I look at goal, where I must reach,
Rough terrains of track stoop to my walk,
And works as springboard, my inner urge,
And I run, again run, in endless surge.