The walk of life being didactic,
Went through heap of grudges,
Continued to walk monotonously,
Induced with innumerable experiences.
Waiting for a plain roof,
Compromised with the rocks beneath,
Chapped foot resulted too,
Protected with hope.
Mazed on the way,
Finding the right direction,
But questioned with whose trust?
Obstinate hope lies within,
Who will listen to them?
Persist to build the ways,
Turning surroundings to green.
Water splashed around,
Lead to refresh the walk,
The rays of sun shining on feet,
Hints to something good,
Stepping forward for a while,
Red petals stretched,
A step was enough,
To turn dream to reality,
The velvety touch that soothes the journey,
Seems a walk on a red carpet!


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