Through the wet sand,
I walked on,
the path ahead,
went on and on,
Where to ?
I didn’t know,
but I had to
and I would go on;
I never looked back,
but I knew,
with each step
I left prints new,
in the sand,
milestones..left by me
to be washed away
by the dancing sea.
I treaded on,
never slow or fast,
and the sea behind
wiped my past,
My leg was sore,
I didn’t stop,
‘coz walking on
was my only hope.
My feet were torn
by bottles broken;
Of someone’s rage,
the remaining token,
Or maybe his sins,
hidden away;
A stranger’s sin
for me to pay,
It hurt a lot!
I didn’t stop,
‘coz walking on
was my only hope.
Now the past
was printed in red,
like the tears
I often shed,
But the sea prompt,
washed it away,
And I’m glad
it didn’t stay.
Through the wet sand
I shall walk,
till the last drop
of my blood’s gone,
Till my past,
is no longer red,
Then I would hold,
high my head,
and look back
at my last foot print,
And with pride,
my eyes shall glint.
then and there,
and only then,
I shall close my eyes,
Before the next wave.
-joker-