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A Poem about Guidance!





Retrospection
It pleads, it calls,
it shouts and wails
Till all I can hear
is a faint hoarse,
a whisper and nothing more
The calling continues
The first step
Uncertain and confusing,
yet natural and instinctual
Glancing to seek
that nod of approval
To go forth and leap
into an endless abyss

Covered with a dark veil
of traditional dubiety
The serenity underneath
was left unexplored
Chaos, abruptness,
anxiety and stress
My faithful comrades
left me alone

The path is thorned,
unlit and slender
But with a torch in hand
the next step is clearer
It's hard to move forward,
if one tries to run
And easy to walk,
If steps are none, but one

Reflection
Beware of comfort,
fairs and beauty
For they can lead
even the teachers astray
O Reader!
Read and memorize
Climb is hard
the summit, a reward
The dive, easy
But the flight, death
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Onion

Comments

  1. Unknown1 May 2020 at 18:15

    Good one, dear Kamikaze!
    One of the very few ways a marathon can be run is to focus only on taking the next step. To think of taking only one step at a time.

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