Walked through deserts, and walked through rains,
Climbed up mountains and went down valleys,
Passed churches, mosques and temples alike,
Travelled to countries, and rode through villages,
And yet never felt so much a difference,
As to when a child cried of hunger,
As to when a mother cried her pain,
When a baby cackled in laughter.
Through dust and storms I walked and walked,
Until I reached the end of the lane.
And I walked back again, to where I started,
And I learnt that life is but a circle,
Serving you for dinner what you served them in the morn,
And it’s up to you to decide in advance,
How cold or warm you want it to be.


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