On the 22nd Birthday
The Sun is
scorching and its heat full of poignancy.
I am sweaty, perspiring
profusely.
The path seems
unending and the journey unendurable.
No shades, not a
single tree, no oasis, not even a mirage.
But where does that
moonbeam come from in sunlit day;
So pleasant and
cool, burning the Sun and the heat thereof?
I look up, but
there's no fount. What’s this drizzle?
It’s
rejuvenating, and dries up all my sweat.
I look up again, but the sky is clear.
I look around
and see a milestone by the roadside.
It’s painted
blue, not yellow.
It reads,
‘Congratulations! You’ve walked 22 miles.’
(25-June-2016)
(25-June-2016)
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