Of footsteps ..that once walked that way
A faint outline of blurred footprints
That the rising Tide held in its sway.For many moons ago there walked
Another ...... dreaming of the stars
With Present and the Future chalked
Unmindful of Life’s unexpected jars.
Though many rising suns have sizzled
Into the cool of the unfathomable Blue
The washed footprints lay nuzzled
By a secluded rock ..waiting to renew..Into the distant horizon ..their journey.
So what if the Feet are not the same
The Eyes, they will see so surely
The torch of Rising Hope, aflame.
5 comments:
Gives me gooseflesh...in the nicest way of course! May your mind's eye be forever open! :)
I love this style of writing... graceful and well formatted... like two sets of foot prints, standing still and watching the sunset... lovely poem!
Beautiful, one word can evoke these feelings in you.
Deep .... very elegant. I loved the style
these few verses encompass so much, yes it does give gooseflesh, when you absorb every line...slowly! - anand patankar
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