Thursday, October 21, 2010

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The dust. On the Path.
Traversed many a times
Over past eons.
The sun shines overhead.
Sometimes, the moon smiles.
And on dark days and cold nights
The rain lashes on pedestrians
And the Road.


I walk the Road now.
It's scarred bosom- the ravages of time
Tell of days passed by- centuries, millenia
My journey so significant, so insignificant
Is there any rhyme or reason to this universe?
A few people walk around me. Their company
give delusions of purpose. Makes me want to go on.
My friends. Brothers.

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