The Pursuit

With endurance through the unbearable limits,

With sustenance to the verge of defeat,

Risk death on every milestone,

Ignoring the option:

Of running away indifferently,

In a path that too many rush into;

When a ten metre distant beyond the present is blank,

Does this perseverance meet its denouement?

However, hanging on blindly in the less-travelled path,  

In a hopeless condition as a hapless soul –

Trusting these colourless prosaic episodes wither,

At the reach of dream-come-true moment,

As in fairy tales:

The denouement of single kiss

Connects all the unattached strings,

And sings joyous chorus!