By Sunandita Dasgupta
I see them everyday
They walk away.
They pass by my bench
Static on the roadside
I see them walking on
their feet their shoes their stride
Some of them stop and smile
Some ask me how am I feeling
I smile back and talk weather
I don’t share my fear of falling
My fear of failing.
I see them everyday
They walk away.
I don’t grudge it, I
Wish them a good day.
I see them walk away.
But there are a few who stay
Who lend their hand
And help me stand
And take me along on a brighter day
I hope they will never walk away.