Sacred Grounds
I stand on the grounds once treaded by my
ancestors.
I represent countless generations gone
before me.
The soils are bathed with generations of
sweat and blood.
My fore father's once once stood on these
hallowed grounds.
Now their spirits urges us on to carry on the
torch.
To blaze the torch for the next generation
that is to come.
(Written 10th March, 2024)
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