ARSHAJ GAIKWAD - UNTRODDEN

The ways that we,
Think they go so high.
The light that now,
Takes the darkened sky.
These paths we never guessed,
These routes we never tread.
But things then were so different,
Than these routes we see instead.

Too long before, I transpired,
These ways lead to no end.
But then again I couldnt see,
Neither a turn, nor a bend.
So I now trample thereupon,
Tottering these untrodden ways,
Just a hope that survives in me,
Puts me up to win this race.

Surprised I was to find,
Myself on these ways,
The fault's mine, so unprepared,
I was in those old days.
As now I find no trouble,
To find these untrodden ways.
I leap through every other I see,
With a swagger, without a sway...!

ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

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