whatever I do,wherever I turn,
I stumble upon legs and hands,
I hear voices that laugh at my fall,
subtle looks that push me to the wall.

Oh...It takes long to kill my spirit,
The will that hits hard and straight,
the smile that erases all the doubt,
the stride that never loses its might.

All alone I walk my path,
nothing can control my wrath,
what is pushing me,I will never know,
rest not, but should keep moving on,
that is the only thing which matters now.

The long path winds,what lies at the end,
I never imagine, not even for a second,
what if I fail, it does not matter,
for I have lived my life on my own terms,
the wind would whisper when my ashes scatter...





© nandini bose