The path

Every path I took

ended up as a dusty road.

nowhere to go

I stood with my eyes closed,

until a hand pulled my arm

into the dusty road

and I saw the green meadows,

serene stream and an innocent smile

 at the end of that dusty road.

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Author: Meera

penning my thoughts, sharing my experiences and having fun finding hilarious moments in life.

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