The Pilgrimage

Beholding the stretches of time

Fledgling to a new existence

An existence bejewelled, yet adversity for a couple

Endeavour hope, struggle, anguish, agony

Studded ecstasy, rosiness, happiness

All getatable at one notch

A notch of disposition called life.

Life is a taste both sweet and bitter

Life is an abstraction, be obstinate aback.

Know that triumph doesn't betide, if laid barren

Nor does life evolves

If not complacent and complaining

Heart and soul keeps illuminating this pilgrimage.

Tenacity and constancy drives forth

Zenith awaits for those with nobility.

Upholding earnestly a rift to this mysterious pilgrimage.