The Last Mile - Sq
In my brittle life’s fragile landscape changes are not aberration,
etching a valley incised on contours of topographic undulation,
meanders in time to plains of nebulous future taking shape,
changes are not aberration in my brittle life’s fragile landscape.
Many a surging streams in a spate I’d crossed in a blink,
with petals of dreams held close to the heart lest they’d sink,
chased the butterflies in the scented air to the yonder strait,
I’d crossed in a blink many a surging streams in a spate.
From the soul’s depth of bliss I collected a treasure
of rare gems sparkling in divine ecstasy to the full measure,
pearls of dew adorned my meadow, their hue I didn’t miss,
I collected a treasure from the soul’s depth of bliss.
While I walk the last mile I won’t count the steps any more,
at the end of time when I’ll reach life’s eternal sea shore,
before setting sail I’ll look back at the footprints for a while,
I won’t count the steps any more while I walk the last mile.
June 9, 2020
Contest : Swap The Verse
Sponsor : Joseph May
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