It was not a trifle trip…
My bags loaded with foods and clothes already had a worn out smell….
And how much more I had to go…Lot to think…but hard to tell.
My hearty thirst and my dry chest have waited long for the rain…
A few pure bliss from the clouds would surely drink away my pain…
This hope…my only spine...the only way to live through my paths…
Kept me alive all my life…walked me up the unknown paths.
Where the Sun would spread away his arms and wave welcome to the flight of birds…
Where the rivers would meander through the coving beds of the valleys green…
My wander thirst and wonder struck..Heart and mind would glide up high…
And smell the fresh…smell the bliss…and be one with the serene.
It was not a trifle trip…
I love to think of the smiling eyes ..which like fireflies light up my soul…
I love to think of the broken hearts who still laugh at their own wounds…
The people around..everywhere..their stories within a shell called life..
Have changed the person within my form…
now my mind travels with happy bounds.
I shall not call this trip a trifle one…
For every pain I have gained..
For every love the world gave me…
For all the mountains..Plains…and the sky..
I have survived ….I learnt to fly.
Now my sweats are the pure bliss that drinks away all my pain…
Now my hope is a trifle thing that walks with me through the unknown paths.