Waiting through time for ages,sensing the sense of purpose,
I stood high on my feet,
facing the darkest clouds,
feeling the lightning and thunder,
I stand near the shadowy tree,
eating the fruit of fate,
watching the dwindling leaf,
making its way for freedom,
going through the journey lost,
I walk the path unseen.
© 2018 Gautham Sathyan
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