Roadside
I live
Half clad
With little
To eat
Energized
By challenges
Around
I receive and
Impediments
That I face
I do
Whatever
It takes
To get
It done
I hit
Barriers
Too hard
Those come
Across
To gear up
My speed
Faster
Than before
Don't take
Me for a wiz
That brings
Order to chaos
Certainly not
I'm a life
With no means
To survive
But -
I never
Miss
The target
Assigned
Rather
I pride
Myself
As a grace
Of HIM.
-Copy right hrsharma
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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