The Odyssey, Long-Awaited

This lethargy,

This hopelessness,

This gut feeling of a looming doom

– Shun them all!

For, lethargy never

Allows you to

Inch closer to your sole goal;

Dejection welcomes a feeble end

Long before it’s due; and

Anxious wait for a dicey doom

Oft grapples your rosy now

Ravaging your unborn dreams.

Own instead, if you must,

That Himalayan resilience

To fight the thrashings of a faltering fate,

To buck the burgeoning wrath around,

And the fluidity of the Ganges

To flow by unrestrained

Dissecting the rocky terrains, in silent toils

Until your soul merges with the Supreme.