These Roads I Walk
These roads I walk on are never ending My feet are bruised and tired of the path of life These ankles are aching and poor knees bending The path seems long and feels walking on a knife The burden on my shoulders is making it hard And the milestones keep saying you are too far I ask myself angrily, "why am I doing this reckless errand?" May be someone told me what you'll get at end is a star! Chasing the star with fragile soul and frame The star, no one has ever touched, sensed or even seen Strangers name it 'success' 'victory' and 'fame' Without knowing the rocky path in between Who made me take this exhausting path? Was it someone or was it my own voice? Did I make myself take my own wrath? If yes, then, I must walk and walk as I've no choice! It is my very own journey and so I must bear As I walk I must remind it to my own anguished self I need to push my pain and kill the daunting fear And I must choose to fight to keep on this journey of fi...