A bench …. A smile
It has been a long way.
Body is tired, so is mind.
Roads seem to be taking nowhere,
How far? How long?
Luggage being carried
Feels too heavy,
Yet, difficult to let go of it.
It is hopeless, futile to go on
Is there any choice?
Well, it is a difficult world.
And a bench on the way…..
Body feels good.
Dwells in space within – a different world.
He gets up, starts again.
Turns around to look back
At the bench that offered a pause.
“When I make it big,
I will build benches along the way….”
He thought as he was walking.
I would be like a bench to other.”