
One day, I ran down a mountain slope,
Every where I looked there were hills and rugged tracks,
built by years of depression,
The rivers became valleys,
And it wound its way where the waters overflowed.
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“How long did it take for the valley to be a part of this magnificence, do you know?” He asked me,
“It would have taken a thousand or maybe a million years,” I said. Well, I didn’t know how long exactly.
Valleys were once unfounded until the soil made way for the rivers to overflow,
and a new formation became a creation.
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“Wow,” he said.
I ran down the slope, my feet barely within the confines of its rugged tracks,
Perhaps I couldn’t feel the rocks on the ground,
As I sprinted to the valley below,
In my eagerness, they were my stepping stones.
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I wondered if I aged as I ran,
It was just like living my years and running towards a dream I wished for so,
Though the tracks were long, winding and uneven,
My vision stayed true to reach the nirvana below.
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It was a long way down, nonetheless, I knew I would make it somehow,
It was up to me to decide which track to follow.
-shobana-
Yes, choice is ours. An uplifting piece, beautifully written 👌👌
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Thank you, KK. Glad you liked:)
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