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| A WALK TO REMEMBER!! |
Tiny tiny feet
Quick quick steps,
Lovely lovely walk
With no rest...
My hands gripped tight
Firm but mild,
To not loose 'the' sight
With the tides getting wild...
Years down the line
The walk is different,
The steps are mine
But, the pace is coherent...
The gripping hands are not the same
When I look upon, its the other name,
This jolly walk is not the same game
Hopefully this walk should have an 'Aim'...
And yet again the years roll down
Now walking down the 'Brown',
Is me
And my 'Mr. Found'!!
Hold on, I don't whine
Since 'Aim' and (Mr.)'Found' are not the same,
Because again the steps are mine
And I'm still in the game...
As no one can stop time,
Here again I'm with my steps,
This time less walk
And more rest...
Because this time
The footprint are alone,
With the humid air and setting sun
Introspecting what I was shown...
Time and tide wait for none
The footprint left are erased soon,
Gulped in the brine is everything
Because everything you have got has to sink...
I realized that in all stages
You alone survive,
People come and go
And every time you loose someone you revive...
So in the end
You carry just yourself,
What comes with you, are your deeds
So depend on no one because no one will bear the burden of your
seeds...
