The long,folding road lies ahead,
Reluctant feet take their infant steps,
Stamping plain the mud and the hopes embedded in it...
The head rises to catch a glimpse of the glowing sun,
Speeding to claim its throne,
But the sight is reprimanded back again,
For the pebbles on the road have overnight grown....
Cautious boots attempting to carve a way,
Fair feet now clad in black soot,
Dangling from them is the ragged past of so many,
Spread across the path is a future already regretted....
But from these torn scraps the present is carefully plucked,
And to heaving bosoms dearly clutched.
The stench of last night's sins,not yet disposed,
Mingles with the aura of someone well known dwelling by...
In the dirty streets repulsive ro the eye,
The gaze presently traces the sky again,
The sun now reaching its peak...
Reluctant steps fasten,
Leaving the sinister lane behind,
But encrusting on the tomstone of memory,
This solitary morning stroll.......
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