I see everyone walking to the depth of their emotion,
Through the darker paths in which they have never been.
Walking down the empty and small path,
make people collide with the path wall.
They never know where the path will lead,
they just can follow and keep doing their deed.
Rain comes shattering,
wind comes fierce,
but the path remains there,
the walkers may change the path and that is fair,
but the sand in that path remains the same
and remains always there.
-An incomplete poem , — “Hope you all will like it even it is incomplete”
My procrastination has been making me less productive these days.