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)


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