The flaming hot Sun,
Once blazing on my face;
Is now setting behind my back,
Showing me the way through this maze.
My long feeble shadow,
That left with the overhead rays;
Has slowly returned back,
Moving along with a loving embrace.
The dreary desert sand,
Which had burnt my bare feet;
Still bears those dry footprints,
And keeps the memories concrete.
And here I stand, with all my blood,
On the last dune in this hearth;
And from here I see the greens at last,
And from here I smell my earth.
The harsh scalding air, covered me with coarse souvenir,
Still couldn’t sear away my persistent soul;
It has now matured into a genial breeze,
Bidding me goodbye with a gentle troll.
No time to rejoice,
Not much time to waste;
For far away is my home,
I must make haste.
And I go on, no fear of that I am;
This is the day of my dreams, I used to see;
Today I know what tomorrow is to bring,
Today is the day when I am finally me.
Todays best new poem was written by Pratik.
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