Om Prakash
I am trying, inch by inch I climb,
Through storms of doubt and tests of time.
In every challenge that I meet,
I push ahead on weary feet.
I’ve not learned to stop when shadows fall,
Nor bend beneath life’s weight and call.
With wings of effort, strong and wide,
I scale each peak with steady stride.
Taunts may come, sharp stones may lie,
But I press on, as fears deny.
My pen, a chisel, carves the way,
Through trials born of night and day.
Silence stands with me through it all,
In struggle’s hour, I stand tall.
I’ll bear the talk, the scorn, the fight—
For victory is in my sight.
Slowly, surely, step by step,
I climb this path with no regret.
I am trying.
