PenMuse-21, Poetry

The Unending Steps

The steps are in front of me
Stretching out further
Than can be fathomed
In both the dimensions.

I squint my eyes, yet the end
of the steps I cannot see!
Not just the length stretch, but the width too
and with no move would lessen!

I try to be free
To get liberated
Yet, the stairs would always greet
And I am not getting any seasoned.

Whom am I going to meet?
As I head, I question, I try to reason!
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Parul Banerjee

Parul Banerjee, is a teacher by profession, teaching Zoology at post graduate level. She loves reading and writing. The mysteries, especially related to biology and evolution intrigues her and she finds that there is certainly a metaphysical connection to it.

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