On a rope of life

I’m moving

My feet listens not my head

When my heart is fret

It trembles and shakes

To proceed on the journey 

Below is a bottomless hazy gorge

I fear to fall in

When the throne is firm

Inside the little red castle

 A new energy  reverberates

In the veins of my body

The steps on the rope

Now like a march on the ground

Paces swiftly, fluidly 

 I see a light on the other side

Piercing my eyes with its rays

Its a garden, glittering 

I dire to reach there

Distance is not known 

Sure, it is not a mirage

I have to walk till I reach

The garden green.


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