Awaiting few days
it turned up eventually
years of dreams
awaited to be reality
alas
it was same again
like a spiral wheel
back to the same hall
Like a tornado
it swept against
Washing the shores of her vivid dreams
wishes were not granted against
while hair turned white again
looking at the fall
she exclaimed
why doesn’t the spring knock her door
some called her lazy
some insincere
nobody knew how hard was it balancing
broken up by fate
she cried so many times again and again
that by the morning
when she saw the numbers on the wall
it didn’t take over her a toll
even a speck of tear didn’t run in eyes
her heart was tearing inside
shame and embarrassment
somehow ornamented her eyes
years again she was back
back again to the same spot
where she questioned
which route she should take upon
again the inside cried
even if it’s a mistake
she would try again
gamble again
for the same spot
bet all on dying dream of all
her heart cried
she would stand as a warrior tonight
struggles
would meet the results soon
She chose kensho and satori as her teachers anew