The Walk Of Life

The Walk Of Life short poem

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I don’t know it’s the right turn or the wrong,
Walking down the deserted dark road,
Knowing not its a puddle filled way with thorns
Or a soothing walk on a rosy bay,
A beam of sunlight, A ray of hope,
Is all I hope…

Slowly walking down the way,
Wishing to discover what life has to unfold,
Oh!! it’s such a unpredictable night,
With calm breeze & a sudden thunder at times,
Making me wonder all the time…….

Till finally the morning dawns,
I shall not know what it holds,
Is it a sun filled lovely morning,
Or grey clouds shall float over….
Yet holding to the kite of hope,
Slow yet steadily I walk,
Knowing fate will lead to the best…
With hope of eternity and love,
I walk on this deserted road….

I don’t know it’s the right turn or the wrong…

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