We are mere travellers here,
drifting wherever life takes us.
No one will ever earn here
the right to dictate others’ paths.
We barely see the path here
clearly beyond the next bend.
Still, for fellow travelers here
I share my guiding North Star.
People spend their lives here
just fighting their own storms.
True, we cannot always help here,
never unleash our demons on them
Dedication:
To mine and all daughters — may you face life’s lights and flames with courage, grit, and unwavering hope.
Navigating life’s narrow lanes today, takes grit.
The route is clear — education, perseverance.
Eyes fixed ahead, she charged toward the light.
The light was a flamethrower, unexpectedly.
Society favours the fair, the pretty, the wealthy.
She continued moving, step by step, unaware.
So when the light turned to fire, she was ready.
Today, while driving to work, I saw a small bird chasing another along the road verge. It was a brief, almost comic scene — wings flutteri...
