The hill was high.
Her spirit higher.
The sea was deep,
Her dreams deeper.
The task was tough,
Her persistence tougher.
Sounds of distractions loud,
Music of her dreams louder.
Work was over whelming,
The village encouraging.
The pain was scathing,
Her endurance towering.
Standing on cross road(s),
Decisions determine destiny profound.
Choices surround,
Attractions abound,
Journeys are rarely all smooth,
Tough times reveal many truth.
Navigating road blocks,
Determines final stock.
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Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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