Have Walked Long It Seems.
Have walked long it seems
Soaked in parches of life
Heavy it becomes at times
Reality not always becomes of dreams
Time had battered for long
Many who were are no more
Ocean is where all rivers go
Current though slow but still it streams
The sun shines too far away
Void of warmth, days of haze
Yet hope makes us who we are
Tales bound in endless reams
This road has much to go
Spines and scorch wait for me
Stones count more, yet less
I have remained I but yes
Have walked very long it seems
Siddharth Sehgal is a writer based in New Delhi,
India. He is the editor of online, weekly Indian Periodical and writes on
social, political and cultural issues.
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