Life is made up of small fragments
And struggle in life is continuous
With so many heads competing
For perfection, clash is obvious
The perfection which is a mirage
Increases thirst and sprouts craze
The joy of success vanishes away
With new tasks and to climb a new stage
Mind and body tire, find no rest
For even the rest is a bitter test
The imagination keeps on working
Any how to touch the sharp crest
The summit is just a temptation
The success is the beginning on new sensation
The destination of race is unknown
And it comes to a halt when breath is blown
V P Mahur
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/keep-on-struggling/
