The Distances From The Target Are Not Distances Poem by ashutosh kumar upadhyay

The distances from the target are not distances
This is the hope of living
why should I leave them

The wounds of the journey are not wounds at all
These are signs of effort.
why should I treat it as pain?

If loneliness also gets angry, then let it be
I will be myself a ray of hope
I will shine like a firefly


It is dry weather, and hot winds blow
So much so that I am starting to like it now

Acacias were sown once and grew in the gardens
Now their thorns started decorating me


My Eyes are stubborn, they don't give up on the dreams
My lips started smiling at this very thing

The scars on my chest are not scars at all
These are stories of experience.
Why should I feel suffocated?

The distances from the target are not distances.....