Wings On The Soles
Wings On The Soles
Each one irrespective of their genre
Keep striving hard with valour
Tiptoeing at the catapults on their way
Gulping down the wave of hindrance sway;
Success does not wear the robe of rich
Rugged soles equally deserve their niche
Whether under streetlights or the melting flame
They strive the obstacles for their name.
They grill their soles in the furnace of the kiln
To sprout the flutter of wings to win
Or maybe the heat of system so ablaze
Grating them down to ashes by its rays.
But those ashes scattered
Bloomed a veil of hope that mattered
Standing up with twice the zest as before
As Heating the sword sharpens it more.
From being the dust on the floor
To Trekking up their dreams' folklore
Determined to be known by their own moles
Taking off the runway by wings on their soles.