Footprints Poem by Garima Raj

Echoes. Projections. Shadows.
Grays and the Blacks.
The herds of sheep,
Carrying the load,
AND, Miles to go!

Look forward, look backwards,
No footprints?
Faint sound in the tides of the ocean,
One single ray that ye spot.
Ahh, lost? Found again? Lost again?
A vicious cycle…

Pinks and Blues to choose from?
I'd rather go with the RED!
Ask me what I want, ME? NO! YOU? Don't know!
Pale stickers on the walls,
Scribbles and sketches,
Faded.