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A Trek

Ever since
Borne off the rib,
Road’s been uphill.
Laden with boulders,
Of hardships, hurdles,
And umpteen struggles

Track slippery and steep,
From cradle to grave.
Crawling narrow lanes,
Of Adam’s psyche.
Jostling upon her,
The backpack of duties.

Taking twists and turns,
Thro’ dark dogmatic alleys,
Braving blizzards of biases’
Dodging dissecting stares
With resolve steady as rock
And mind tough as steel.

A heart warm as fleece,
Entwined in agony and love,
Walks the tight rope,
Miles after miles.
How far more ?

Passing the baton of destiny
From Mom to daughter to…
Will it go on?

Behind fog of prejudice,
The summit remains unsighted.
Can she make it?
Before sunset?

Comments on: "A Trek" (1)

  1. If the ‘she’ is you, I don’t know why you’re wondering, because you’ve already made it. But if the ‘she’ is me, then thank you for writing a poem that describes how I feel EXACTLY as a daughter of such strong parents who has comparatively to her previous generations trekked no where, unturned no stone, and has done nothing yet.

    And I hope she makes it.

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