” Don’t think, don’t ponder,
It was just my random wonder
My pen and paper know me the best,
I hope you too know, my zeal and zest! ”
‘Far across some distant place,
I know you’re busy with your own race.
With solemn dreams in our eyes,
the hardships shall come with a prize.
The silence grows every day,
but is that the only way?
I’m sure you know me very well,
but this plight has created a silent spell.
For days and months, its been a battle,
Seems treacherous to prove my mettle.
A solitary struggle, it is to call,
how many times do I fall?
I rise up again, only for us,
Despite the bruises and severe cuts.
The silence has made me strong enough,
though my shoes, are tight and tough.
I know we’re running at a separate pace ,
To conquer this mad rat race.
But, just a question I like to choose..
‘Can you even walk in my shoes?!’