Preceding Travails

Trials mine, tribulations personal
and so umpteen delusions extreme

With path trudged in solitude
how another can envisage my dream

Sealed my lips, not once cringed and
accepted all what was dished

Most of it was expected and
a part I contrarily could have wished

The Joys and grief are private
to be contended in different strides

While some ride and the others ebb
akin a rhythmic cycle of tides

I stop to ponder often as to what
I am seeking in my quest to find

The future is where I am headed and
dead past I am leaving behind

poem by Sunny Chopra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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