The Roar of Struggle

I am the fire within your soul, The light that makes the darkness erase.

I lay the foundation of every dream, I am the ladder to each victory’s gleam.

I turn mere coal to shining gold,Kindle lamps in nights so cold.

I teach the worth of joy and pain,I am the struggle that wakes you again.

The mother of every grand pursuit,A rhythm in each heartbeat’s flute.

The fire of toil burns through me, Reviving dreams lost in the sea.

I shaped Siddhartha into the wise, Raised Mahavira to greater skies.

In the flames of penance, I reside, A force within, your strength, your guide.

I am your true and loyal friend,The will to fight till struggles end.

Call my name, embrace my spark, For every triumph, I am the start and the mark!