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Saturday, April 4, 2009


I have often felt
As though on the way up to the peak,
There was no road anywhere.
Perhaps there is one somewhere or nowhere;
I cannot delay
Looking for a readymade way;
So I made one today
Once I chose the way, it was always half-way
No matter it is the correct way or not
I pushed up my way, rather to be precise I made my way;
The path seemed to pursue my way;
I can't say whether it was smooth or hard;
All I knew was that it was the only way I knew;
When I felt I reached the peak
I was surrounded by so many peaks;
In advance fate never speaks,
To whomsoever who seeks
In the labyrinthine mountains of human thoughts.

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