A Walk Through That Path

It is memory of that misty morning,

When that freezing wind rubbed my back.

I woke up, still moon was surrounded with black,

His light is pale and shivering.

Suddenly, I heard a voice,

Someone knocked the door twice or thrice,

I rushed down the stairs,

On opening the door no one was there.

Little afraid by the scenario created,

I roved a little out of door,

Oh! What is this? A letter which bore,

Walk through that "path your presence awaited"

That's totally unusual, I get confused,

No it's not reality I refused.

As when I pulled my head,

That was really amazing what I viewed.

A foggy path, going straight,

Surrounded with cherry blossom trees.

Not clearly visible but that path ends on a gate,

And I walked forth along with enchanting breeze.

When I had started my walk,

Along with my boring dress & a clock,

I had no idea where I was going,

In which way, whether it is reliable doing.

Then again I got a letter which bore,

I am your admirer lady, you know me,

And you are looking beautiful in the dress you wore.

Again I got amazed, some body is watching me.

One more thing was written there,

This path have many steps till gate.

While walking forth you will be more clear,

Who I am, why I deserve your faith.

With lot of curiosity & little hesitation,

I walked forth with my unconcluded intention.

Oh my god! Please Please stop showing this misery,

This poverty site is damn scary.

I shouted, what the hell is this,

A beautiful path with such painful scenes.

That infant was crying aside his dead mother,

Death because of lacking coins and that paper.

Once again I got a strange letter,

" little hard to accept but it's reality dear,

You can't even see the sight,

Now measure, how lucky you areas your life is all right"

Again on moving to next step,

I got a view of disable's life in depth.

They are as enthusiastic as bees in hive,

Collecting nectar from flower of life.

Next scenario was of those girls,

For whom dustbin is first cradle.

Sometimes they don't even got the same,

As got murdered before they flame.

As I moved forth that path have more veins,

That beauty hide behind so many pains.

I felt that "how lucky I am"

As what I have is dream for them.

And finally I reached that gate,

It's clear what that admirer wants to create.

Again when I wondered no one was there,

But yes! I got that faith and hesitation is now clear.

My curiosity wants to move further,

I want to know who have such great humour.

And suddenly alarm interrupted my way,

Wake up! wake up! Wake up! its new day.