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I climbed slowly, slowly on the mount of aspirations, On        succint        savoury        dreams, As i see the success peaking from thousand miles above. I grip the cold stone tighter, harder, My passion, my hardwork, As i swiftly float from    the   ground. Snowy zephyrs of laze and evil, Reign against me, trying to break my hold. Yet the fire of my determination, Still burns within. My thick woolen coat hugs me tight, My faith, my values, Protecting me from the blizzards of jealousy, vile, As i wind my way upwards. A glance backwards, And the horrid past knocks on the veins of my sullen heart, Yet this soul will give up no more. The weary body, driven by heraculous force, through the steep slopes of time, Against enormous storms and stints, With an armour of patience, Finds itself on dome of success. Ah! fleeting moments of unscathed bliss, Enamour for success, And it's sweet sweet honey. That slowly melts in my heart, On top of the mountain, Where everything is freezing. From the top, the hardwork, the giant path looks small, As the heart prepares to climb, Another                              mountain.
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Journey to Success
I climbed slowly, slowly on the mount of aspirations, On        succint        savoury        dreams, As i see the success peaking from thousand miles above. I grip the cold stone tighter, harder, My passion, my hardwork, As i swiftly float from    the   ground. Snowy zephyrs of laze and evil, Reign against me, trying to break my hold. Yet the fire of my determination, Still burns within. My thick woolen coat hugs me tight, My faith, my values, Protecting me from the blizzards of jealousy, vile, As i wind my way upwards. A glance backwards, And the horrid past knocks on the veins of my sullen heart, Yet this soul will give up no more. The weary body, driven by heraculous force, through the steep slopes of time, Against enormous storms and stints, With an armour of patience, Finds itself on dome of success. Ah! fleeting moments of unscathed bliss, Enamour for success, And it's sweet sweet honey. That slowly melts in my heart, On top of the mountain, Where everything is freezing. From the top, the hardwork, the giant path looks small, As the heart prepares to climb, Another                              mountain.
No goal is small. No dream is small. And neither the sacrifice and hard work involved to attain them. And dreams come in all shapes and flavours, just like the paragraphs of this poem!
MahnoorKamran
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May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
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