I think, I have been moving,
for centuries on these roads.
The road is not forgiving,
for sinners burdened with loads.
They who do not bend,
while on their goal's way.
Will surely get to the end,
though like a bough they sway.
In each step, I discard a sin,
made through follies of mind.
In memories, I have been,
visiting childhood as I unwind.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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