I triumphed over the odds
Sometimes to slash the thorns
the blossoms on stretched meadows
caressed wounds while I galloped
as if flying on unicorn
A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree
gathering perspired breaths
rose the spirit to journey
Yeah ! it is the endless path
road to the ethereal resort
tents, huts , caravans
allure midway along
neither any fancies nor any whims
is abreast
to stop the dreams
The soul glimpses and carries forth
A new endeavor to survive on!
soumyav 
A beautiful poem my sister. I have not forgotten you, the grieving process sometimes is very hard. My father passed last month. But joy has found its way back and is inspiring my spirit! Your poem does that also. May both our New Years be exceedingly blessed by God! Hugs and blessings to you and your family always, for you all are in my prayers daily!
Thanks for the lovely message .