Path Home
I, raised my eyes to see
Future, embraced by the night.
I, turned back to see
Dusk, willing to depart.
Slowly moving forward I
Turn blind, to my benign
That awaits in my final trial.
Till that, gloom shall I abide.
Not even dim light is seen ahead
In path languidly tread.
Stumbling, falling all way long,
Still, willing to go where I belong.
No moon there is in heaven
To shed a light on path.
No stars there are to follow
To guide you through this realm.
Reach, the journeys end
Is design of my endeavour.
Since meaning blend in void
Is not worth the labour.
Several years were now trudged,
Enveloped in this blindness,
But deplored heart still retained
Hope, to see the brisk of light.
Slowly my eyes begin to squint…
Ah! If someone now could see
Or feel, what I can feel and see.
A morning shine in vicinity!
(And a place to call home!)
2021-12-13 21:15:01
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