Iron Will

When life turned hard,
And the fate seemed ill,
All fell down, I remained still,
Holding me was my Iron Will.

When opportunities were gone,
No matter alone, I still hold on,
I had it in me that greatest skill,
My skill is my Iron Will.

When people depended on luck in life's game,
And some resorted to cheating, what a shame,
My head is high, My body thrill,
My resort is my Iron Will.

When it was hard to stand on my feet,
Life's circumstances were all concrete,
I made a hole in them with my drill,
My drill is my Iron Will.

When the world stood against me under this very sun,
They prayed they lost, I prayed i won,
Nor the death or even the God can kill,
Such is the might of my Iron Will.

                            -A poem by Vishwajeet Singh