I’ve reached a milestone,
And I look back on the road,
To check if I’ve atoned,
for my sins, and shed the load.
Weak of heart, shaken will,
But i will journey on,
Gathering courage, let me fill,
My stagnant heart some brawn.
Miles away from where I am,
There is where I want to be.
My deeds, weighed me down they have,
I look at where they’ve broken me.
Their hit wasn’t instant,
They took their time,
Vulnerable as an infant,
Then! They struck me for my crime.
I Struggled, wriggled with fervor,
When the finality of it I learnt,
I, meek in the face of karma,
Will bear the brunt!
As I tie my will to my chest,
I move on, no matter the bruises,
I don’t pick up the debris,
It isn’t what a broken man loses,
But what is left with him,
He will make do with it,
Let fate, this bad karma trim,
Like a Sculptor making a perfect fit.