ALIVE  ONCE  AGAIN

ALIVE ONCE AGAIN


Oh my life, I crept through the painful path every day

The slippery, narrow dark path lined with thorny bushes

Every inch was a painful battle and tussle to move

Thorns slashing my flesh, foot slipping a hundred times

At that time, survival itself was nothing but a miracle

Looked as if all forces of the world were against me

As the endless slogging and painful movements continued

The world just enjoyed, watched me with a wicked smile

Years later, all the struggle finally ended, so did my duties

My loved ones for whom I wrestled, moved to their goals

All the birds flew away and my nest was all empty

Now there was no more pain no need to tussle for me

As the endless slogging bonds fell apart, forces became absent

Gleefully I thought of roaming the world, chase my dreams

I fantasized that I would relax happily and enjoy my life

But, strangely, very strangely, none of this could happen

Oh! Now the road of roses, lovely shade I once craved for

Failed to delight me, and my heartfelt void of feelings

I felt so lonely, gloomy and sad as the silent path watched me

Lost without a purpose, my breath, body weighed heavily

As a miracle unbelievable I spotted a child in rags, crying in hunger

Left all alone among the thorny bushes of a cruel world

My heart suddenly started beating again and I was born new

I rushed to the child with all my might, lifted and held her tight

I once again started walking, with new hope the same old path

Walking through the same thorny bushes and slippery ground

But now not once did I cry nor grumbled about the path

Yes, now I had got the greatest gift of God, a purpose to live.



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