Failing every chance to make me slow

It is gone for now.

But, it will come back to me for sure;

It will scathe me to settle old score.

I shan’t bow down to it;

I must try keeping my heart enlit

It had come back to fetch my  gore

For many days and many nights to make me blore.

Holding my breath for the journey to start

With great eagerness for being apart.

Before me, there are eyes many

Watching pitifully my last agony.

Perturbed, I am, to laugh the smile last

Whilst conquering the agony, to fetch my ultimate thirst.

The agony will never get over me,

Never you let it get over thee.

Waiting, I am, on the edge to face it again,

Without any fear, now to make it pain.

Reaching there, there will be no sign of it

The agony will diminish forever to do any feat.