not the face, but the feet

Me walking in a scorching noon,
my gaze fell on the shadow ahead.
Which led to two tiny feet naked,
dark skin touching the road.
Moving with varying speed,
hurried up when in sun,
and slow-paced in shade.
Each step kept with precision
on a yellow stripe that lay.
And my mind wondered
'will these feet ever reach
where they wish to be..
or the eyes which i couldn see
witness what they dream..'
But my body followed in silence
as a neverending path he chased...

The Road

"if winter comes, can spring be far behind"
with these words etched in my mind
i have been striving forth on the road
thinking that it would lead to my abode

believing that sufferings would make way
for the shining light of a bright new day
and failure is predecessor of success
kept walking, my ambitions never growing less

with the urge to win dwelling in my soul
to soar high in the sky and achieve my goal
to accomplish my dreams and stand tall
and show that i aint a loser after all

saw the storms, passed through rain
tasted the tears, experienced the pain
but kept hoping for my quest to end
anticipating Utopia after every bend

have been walking on and on for so long
but the winds are still going strong
blowing away all, leaving nothing to grope
loosening my grip on faith and hope

'what and where is God's plan for me?'
'will i grow wings and fly away in glee?'
'someday my labour and wait might pay'
'maybe the bad days are here to stay'

these questions and doubts begin to rumble
my steps become weary, make me stumble
i glance the deserted path with a weak smile
seems i have strength left for just a mile....