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Surfer's poem: Footmarks
Sometimes our step goes into ravine, Sometimes we all go into the ravine of love, writes Renu Khandelawal.
Sometimes our step goes into ravine,
Sometimes we all go into the ravine of love,
Sometimes a person leaves footmarks in your heart,
Sometimes somebody whispering in your ears,
Somebody leaves his footmarks in the lane of heart,
In the ravine of love.
In the ravine of dreams,
On the verge of love.
Some people have to swot for his goal,
Everyone capsize from life at a certain age,
For some people life is cherub,
For some life is a deep cradle,
For some life is like Piccadilly circus,
We have to gone from this earth on one day,
From this heaven, for some its hell,
Everything keeps on changing,
New generation is coming,
Old is going,
It's like a viscous circle,
That has no end,
But, but, but… the only thing left is our
footmarks in society, our identification in this world is left,
And some people realise that,
There efforts are gone wane,
But, but, but………
His footmarks in society are live,
Sweet remembrance between people was left.
Renu Khandelawal
Rotary public school, gurgaon
renu_khandelawal@yahoo.com
