A Mile After Mile Poem by Snehal Bhosale

I can’t ask thou for help oh God,
I simply can’t.
Because, I know thou blesseth only efforts
Where mine art meager?
The answer beholds eternity alone.

My heart is so strong, tough like a rock,
Are dead all its feelings
Are killed all its desires by the start of the clock.

I can’t cry out my troubles, nor console my fears;
For there are those, who by my single tear are disheartened,
Or those whose notoriety doth enfeeble my life, and my being,
And whose mirth calls it ‘compete’!

A friend that was parted long back,
Whose touch, whose presence seems like a mirage yonder hills,
Beyond the skies.
Floats over eyes, along days and twilights.
But disappear like mist,
As in myths did goddesses or as did dreams
When day lights.

If life is so, what different could death be?
May be that meant rest, may be that meant peace
Peace for now and forever
Peace for thine heart, and for thy kin
A sullen silence that healeth all pain

All’s silent, but then just one question thrives.
“Was the purpose of thy life accomplished? ” did thy givest joy to those,
Who for thou bear, so many troubles, but each time
They faced you,
They faced you with smile.”

A mile after another mile, and just will pass by life,
All in a while,

A mile after mile………….
……………just for that billion dollar smile! ! !