Many a time
my body, my soul gets hurt
while walking the tiring path of life,
and my eyes start searching for
at least a tree,
Some broad shades, adequate rest.
Too many mirages mock at me .
Caring very little about those ,
I look at the gores and blisters
on my body .
Knowing well that the ones residing
in my soul are even deeper,
I tighten up my chin .
I caress myself, telling –
” A few more moments ,
Receive a bit more than what you thought ,
and the tide will be yours !”