The climb

The will to live, a reason to die,

Heaving the burden, I let out a big sigh.

Struggling to go on, wanting to give up,

An option to go back ,

Ever present in front as a Bait.

Huffing and puffing, break the obstacles,

End in sight, omnipresence of excitement lingering everywhere.

A backpack on shoulder, a stick in hand,

Small victory achieved, happiness engulfing my world.

The sun shines bright on my face,

Alas I win my life’s most important race.

-Nithya❤️

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