Footprints
Footprints sppear on the sands of time,
only after having wended weary paths ad nauseam ,
choked in sand dunes and thorny shrubs ,
scattered upon the vast landscapes of withered waste ,
seething with searing storms ,
parched tongue and waning verve ,
wallowing in despair and gloom
time and again ,
with an oasis eluding grasp ,
like a mirage,
receding farther beyond reach ,
beguiling into an illusion ,
with the end of chase.
But there surge fresh waves of fervour ,
to gird up lions once again ,
until the turnaround appears ,
with a splash of hope buoyant,
to resume the nerve – wracking campaign ,
with a renewed resolution ,
to endure spurts of whirlwinds and vortexes ,
in dredging gold out of gross,
steering clear of bottlenecks,
to reach the sylvan verdure ,
echoing with mellifluous warblings of birds,
hid in the dense woods,
unveiling unexplored avenues .
Ashok kapoor