Goal and the Pursuer
Nothing can come between
The pursuer and his goal;
All lies within your reach,
Learn it from the bold.
Rise and rush towards the goal,
The goal too would rush to meet;
The distance will disappear,
When you are out to seek.
Chance waits on that road,
Which is not easy to tread;
On Fate’s chariot ride the bold,
The weak groan under its wheel.
There is no short cut to success,
Hard work is the only key;
Wavering mind brings bad luck,
Steady growth makes the seed a tree.
Portia lies in that casket
Which you may not like to choose;
Sweet things are not easy to get,
One wins when heart and brain are fused.
