My journey is too long,
Filled with emotions and boredom,
Who would like to read,
If it’s not filled with enthusiasm,
Every journey is not same,
How can I explain?
I rose at the peak of a mountain;
Only to realise it’s a tip of my aim;
It all started with pain.
When I first saw the light of this birth taking place,
The next moment,
I felt the touch of warming fingers in my nail.
I smiled by seeing her face,
She is my Mother to tell,
I walk and fell,
She holded me well,
I danced in the rain,
She brought umbrella in vain,
I enjoyed muddy puddle,
She washed my face with colours of rain.
I started my journey to the school.
Holding my bag and boots,
Completed all my lessons,
By seeing smile on her face,
I grow up like a tall tree,
Waiting to withstand every storm,
One autumn two autumn
Seeing me climbing the mountain,
But its only tip of my aim.
There is endless journey which happen,
Some in mountain other in desert lane,
In desert there is tiny sand,
In mountain a big rock,
All I can hold is none,
Both become hot in my hand,
When sunshine falls on my palm,
Its washed away by the raining drops.
To mix with the soil blocks,
I can hold none,
I can’t catch none,
Let’s us be free,
O dearer thee,
I have covered long journey.
With fear and fearlessly.
Two became my part.
When I tried to be apart.
There is still long path.
Some is circle other is flat.
One is smooth and other is rough,
But I cherished to be its part.
In this life so far.
My journey is still going.
My train is waiting in the station;
To give the green signal.
Here I came;
To hold you again,
Let’s the new journey begin…..