Near the old banyan tree
In a small cottage I reside
With my favourite shoes lasses tied
I will walk a thousand miles
The path is narrow with slopes around
I have to walk to dusk from dawn
I have no time to sit and waste
I need to walk on and on and on
I have many problems on my back
Do I need any back up plan? !
I just need to focus on my walk
I will walk the most I can
My problems always taunt me around
They are not riding on a funny man
I plan to ignore them always because
I have to go as far I can
I am very serious with my work
My road ahead will have some distractions
Each second counts the miles I walk
That reduces my limitations
But every journey has a big irony
No path is easy or tough
It's the game of mind and eyes
With our little heart getting rough
Everyone will wear their shoes
Everyone will blench and smile
With a single step forward
Starts a journey of thousand miles
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