When I look ahead in time, I see
snippets in a vast sea of memory,
not enough to tell me
how the future is going to be.
But can I do anything other than walk onwards,
I could stay back and hide in my room,
but my ancestors didn't raise a generation of cowards,
so I must walk onwards be it my bliss or doom.
so why this fear in the face of inevitability,
why this confusion and vulnerability,
ne'er did the soldiers know if they would come back,
yet they moved onwards as if they left nothing back.
Thereafter I close my eyes and forget the life that I am leaving behind,
and who knows what I am going to encounter and who I will find,
but with grace of the almighty shining on my forehead,
I will shine and smile and soldier ahead.
©candoura
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