I chose to walk on a road,
which do had sign boards,
But were not that easy to decode.
I gazed as far as my sight could permit,
that foggy vision gave me only one thing,
which was hard to defeat- SILENCE in surfeit.
Solitary I still began to walk,
On this path, I would've had no one to talk,
Lucky to be backed by my Dad, And to have his shoulders,
Where I can lay, my head to rest.
With each step I took ahead,
Mist began to shed,
And finally I could trace,
Life and some familiar face.
The face I saw, I met and talked,
about their journey, to me they informed.
They too began without footsteps,
kept on moving and created their way.
Which inspired me,
if they did, even I can.
For now I don't seek for footsteps,
I'll go as far as my zeal takes,
And to my zeal I'll feed the best,
So that it won't ever ask for rest
-Mansi Keshari
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Poetry***Unedited*** 'She's the words she pen, She's the one with no pain, She see world through different eyes, Happiness all over is what she finds, Smile is something always plastered on her face, All thanks to GOD, It's him on whom she's full faith.' ...
