The Walk

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.


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Contradictory and confusing as my thoughts, I am a Mechanical engineer working in an interior fit out firm, dreaming of one day making it as a poet and trying to learn card tricks :)

2 thoughts on “The Walk

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    Exceptionally well crafted, I was aware of the rythm of the short line structure adding to the idea of the “Walk”. The last stanza, “then and there, and only then”.encapsulates the existential,contemplative quality of “The Walk”.

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