Through the wet sand,
I walked on,
the path ahead,
went on and on..
Where to??
I didn't know,
but I had to
and I would go on..
I never looked back,
but I knew,
with each step
I left prints new,
in the sand,
milestones..left by me..
to be washed away
by the dancing sea..
I treaded on,
never slow or fast..
and the sea behind
wiped my past...
My leg was sore,
I didn't stop,
'coz walking on
was my only hope...
My feet was torn
by bottles broken;
Of someone's rage,
the remaining token..
Or maybe his sins,
hidden away;
A stranger's sin
for me to pay..
It hurt a lot!!..
I didn't stop,
'coz walking on
was my only hope...
Now the past
was printed in red,
like the tears
I often shed..
But the sea prompt,
washed it away..
And I'm glad
it didn't stay..
Through the wet sand
I shall walk,
till the last drop
of my blood's gone..
Till my past,
is no longer red..
Then I would hold,
high my head,
and look back
at my last foot print..
And with pride,
my eyes shall glint..
then and there,
and only then..
I shall close my eyes,
Before the next wave..
-joker-
