The Unknown Means

For anything wished for which

You slogged conscientiously

With a tenacious perseverance

Worn out, yet you plod along

Almost to the point of breaking up

Giving into the grind at times

Wiping sweat all fatigued

Sitting in the scorching heat, so stifling

In the shadow of a leafless tree

Weighing returning home

Against accepting failure

Amidst a jungle

Of a cut throat world

Stepping on corpses

To reach the end.

There is but only one outcome

Which may be as expected, intended

And you look back at means

To reach the end.

But other than those factors

You think made them happen

Being a mere fraction

The remaining uncountable unknown

The indeterminate

Affect the end.

......Ramakant Pande