Walking Alone

I walked alone on the path
Stumbled, fell, got up and walked again
The scorching heat, the aching feet
It seemed like an endless journey.
I was running away from something
And walking towards the unknown.
I tried to reach out to others,
But there was not a single hand to hold.

It was my journey, my journey alone -
And, I took it. I traveled.
Stumbled, fell, got up and walked again.
Reached where I wanted to -
Only to realize, there is still a long way to go.

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Books by Arti Honrao

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