The Path To Glory

A small step, on a long staircase

Charming red single rose, adding beauty to the vacant vase.

One stick, adding weight to a faggot.

The house fly, trying to come out of a maggot.

A lone candle, tearing the veil of darkness.

Helping us, in clearing all the past murkiness.

A single stitch, saving the grace.

The last-minute entry, can bring you back in the race.

A little finger to hold on to,

Making a dying relationship, fresh and new.

A colourful bead, can beautify the plain necklace.

Just greet people with a warm embrace.

A new spice, can change the taste.

Do something in this life, it’s not to waste.

That’s how dreams turn into wonderful reality.

Just take a simple step, leaving behind all the vanity.