Broken bridge

Walking & walking and 

I reached a bridge

Very narrow and no supporting ropes,

I expand my hands

Little and balanced,

A step and then other

Unfortunately found a place with hole ,

I sat their and thinking how to cross

but I was ready to fight with every obstacles

and barrier in my way and crossed it.

As I came to the end I didn't looked back,

Because I knew the flow of air ,

Will bring me back in the same journey once again.

Again home

Walking to school & again after some Time back to home ,the same story Continues everyday.Sometimes catching the butterfly &On sunny days trying to run away from my own shadow.

Way from home to school & school to home ,is a adventure of every student ,walking in the road of memories when we are grown up we never know.our way changes from school to collage then office.

A day coming from office I saw my old school road as if my soul is asking me to go their.

Once again I walked the way tried to catch butterflies and I saw myself as a child with same school bag & same uniform and once again I am back to my old way.