Trudging the well beaten path..
I am not the first one to be here...
and I wont be the last!
I don't go fast..
I keep chugging at my pace..
Like an old engine, coming atlast...
May be i haven't grabbed all the opportunity..
May be i have not been stellar
But i have left somethings..
that would last till eternity...
This is the place i have come like every one else..
And yet I do stand apart..
Coz i stopped by to see the art..
Art in the hands of divinity..
Here i saw the valor of human race..
And i saw the bedazzled evil face
I saw the innocence.. hidden in grime
I saw kindness bestowed in crime..
I made friendship that mattered
I made mistakes that shattered..
And I learned from this all
You cannot raise until you fall
And then some more...
All these people I observed.
All those visions I noticed..
And I left my mark on them..
As they left on me..
And now I am more humane
coz of this I know a part of me will stay
These landmarks will linger on
While I
would have long passed away..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem