And I arrived again.
To the same familiar place,
that I have been before.
Caliginous and Gelid,
Incommodious and Putrid;
The place I hate the most.
The Mark on the wall,
I made last time
'I shall never come again',
grins at me saying
'He he..I told you so'
The hammer will strike
this anvil again.
The exits are smaller now.
The paths more longer.
The light more dimmer.
Me -it doesn't scare.
Been there before.
Will succeed by all means.
I ring the Reception bell.
The same hostess greets me.
With Bowl of concern.
A Cup of advice.
Syringe of confidence.
Tablets of hope.
'Do you have vaccination
for failure? ', I ask.
'Got to find out
on your own ', she says.
Will find it Someday.
But today I shall rest.
Tomorrow, Will get up again.
Make another mark on the wall.
Pay Precious time as fare.
And leave with a flare.
Have Things to dare.
And Enemies to tear.
Pradeep Dhavakumar
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