By my words, I walk

An usual question I was asked,

that left me wondering in my past,

I scanned my mind that felt hollow,

To know the footsteps that I follow.

 

 

Whom do I follow?

Mahatma Gandhi?

With the world who fought,

For us, our independence he caught.

No,

For I don't keep that BIG power.

I almost die fighting the difficulties that life shower.

 

 

Then?

Mother Teresa?

The heart that was

the purest and the kindest.

No,

I turn selfish many many times.

 

 

It must be some of my teacher then?

Who guided me all through my school years.

No,

I could never be as respectable as her.

 

 

Is it my parents?

who sacrificed all their dreams,

for my happiness.

No,

I don't have a heart THAT big.

 

 

I stood by my window

And saw the sands of time...

And now finally knew!

Those footprints were mine...

The one I had created...

 

 

I realised...

I was too weak to follow someone..

And too strong to walk upon my own..