THE ROAD TO PAVILION

( THE  CONCEPT  OF  SUCCESS )

How a young girl realize and redefine the notion of success,

in a span of just one night,

through a journey from desperation to bliss.

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23/7/17

Time can never heal some pain

It can never erase some memories

She was getting back to her posture,

After that rather embarrassing fall,

Where,

The legs that almost twisted,,

Made her, to be precise,

Hit the dust

The podium was way beyond her eye limits,

It was not even midway, 

Then.

She was walking heads down

The night was black,

Suiting her tempestuous heart,

Lost in the yesterday

She walked along, alone

She could see too many roads,

Cutting through the vein of that city

 

Nobody,

Despite being there for years,

Told her about that,

And now,

She has to choose one.

For,

It's an escape.

For,

The night is still black. Pitch-black

The chopped-off trees,

Shaded and fed generations

 

The arid plains,

Watered civilizations

 

A whimpering little kitten,

Orphaned by man

Now,,,,

You will have drops of tears engulfing 

Your vision

You are almost blind 

You know, 

I no longer see any light

Yes.

You have seen the light sister

 

The light tower, the enlightenment

 

She has covered almost the entire landmass

She saw a mob around that corridor,

Nearby from where she embarked,

And it's getting big

They were there, in disbelief

For,

The place where they stand now is too close to their homes,

To miss

 

Still …

They haven't seen it,

Felt it 

Never ever.

Not even one, among them

The track,

Fully consumed by that ever-thickening rain,

But is not skiddy

For,

The sun made his final say

Now,

Standing not so tall,

She could hear applauds

The previous night,

After sometime post she exit,

They were all roaming around the streets,

Trying to spot her,

To enslave her,

With their adulation

Failed.

They returned to the stadium

The contest was over,

By then.

The champions had left 

The lighthouse,

That usually just whine amidst the darkness around,

Suddenly almost blossomed

All the pavements now visible to her

Except for the destination

Yes,

The journey begins.

Let,

It always and always remains a journey,

Something that never ends

 

Let,

That journey elevates your sympathy to empathy,

While bypassing the one,

Less graced by god

 

Let,

You have a flimsy heart,

The deprived easily break in

 

Let,

You have a brawny soul,

The wicked never dare to invade

 

Let,

You don't wait for a big fall,

To know,

There is nothing ever, 

That you have lost

For,

There is always space,

Left to begin

 

Leave but a little place,

To repent

 

For,

You just go on,

Go on lifting ,,,

Lifting the one,

Who had fallen

For,

Concern for his subject,

Could only make a ruler

 

For,

Concern for its disparage,

Could only make a religion

 

And for,

Concern for her fellow being,

Had,

Only,

Forever,

Made a human being

She is nearing that podium,

Now

The road ahead is now too long

She got scared a bit.

The rain,

The thousands of onlookers,

It was not the same place anymore

Be not scared,

For,

You will for sure,

Have them standing sentinel 

 

They will be there,

Truth, love, virtue and bliss,

Fully armed,

Having ropped off all, 

That hinder,

A mission humane

 

They are with you

They will be with you

It's a token of their gratitude

For,

Being the one, ,,,

Mother earth,

Badly wanted.