Path Will Tread Poem by Deb Panda

Not alone me the crackers would end –
On splitting orbits of a cracker,
To a deep gratitude of the world,
Or it will lie on wall that tears.
Of trodden hunts into hurry –
That will never bear a lightening,
Within a claim before its trajectory –
Questions! Of doubts –
If it could look up to shining.
Far and gruesome, the tale of joy –
And the point would ever sign the moon,
While the earth has nothing more left –
To give, but enough –
To live the life for the end –
That meets at the chord of life –
While she sent it for the mortal man
To pass the gloom,
While eternity kept the purest rhythm of her,
And for his beloved,
If it would ever be wiped out,
To mourn for him,
And light –at the end of the vaulted tunnel.