Footprints

by Shveta Kabra

I walk along the ocean shore
an endless walk it seems,
I turn around and see
my footprints trailing behind me.

The marks laid by me
seem alien, unknown, waste,
the waves of time, I fear
wash everything down the memory lane.

I cry, I weep,
my impressions not so deep
raise my head to the 'ray' of hope,
I look ahead, and see..

The sun shines nice and bright,
my 'prints sparkle with glee,
Now I know I really don't care
'Cause my footprints reveal part of 'Me'.

28-Sep-2000

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