A little way more to go

Like a silent moth around a cornered candle

That worships the yellow orange flame

My heart lingered around her aura

And her hazel eyes driving me insane

O goddess of love grant me your blessing

And soothe me when I am slain

For this way is the violentest of those I have seen

For every step needs a sight so keen

For there are everywhere thorns of desolation

But I have to reach my destination

That holds the warmth of mine love

And shows me a sacred silhouette of success from far

But I have to reach there caressing my scars

Coz scars make the destination worthy

Of a heartiest, exuberant victory

Those calamities one faced are worth to be celebrated for

They somehow remind me of every little sore

I gulped without any flicker of resistance

And never complained anymore

But I do need some assistance

Coz my feet are covered with blisters

And still there is a little way more