A poem by Prof R P Chaddah
Nothing in life came to me effortlessly
I broke through the bonds.
These tracks of spectre-grey
Are a kind of my crowning glory.
Saw no sense in courting tribulations,
Upon life’s way I felt flattened
And badly bruised, I rose up.
I modestly don’t recall any offence
But clearly reminisce each benign gesture.
What use lies in an easy-trodden road
When years strive headlong towards success.
Those still in burdened will not bear
The heady load of sudden happiness.
I am gladdened to battle
I take up the untrodden road again.