PEDESTRIAN (NEW YEAR)
Being lost in the meadow;
The vast sorrow land had a reason to cherish its achievements and gains,
And also to celebrate it's losses and pains.
A new hope, a new bright light;
Can anyone forsee the untroden path?
The foreboding aeon from beyond the sunlight doesn't have a real existence anymore,
It's only the present in which I can be.
May I know what did you bring with you?
Well i am not a seeker and ought I won't be.
But can you push me, throw me & make me hard toil.
Seems its the right medicine to be what I want to be.