A Journey Called Life …

It was evening, and not winter anymore.
A duck swam alone to her direction,
making ripples on her
peaceful reflection,
effortlessly,
slowly,
and the world waited
like a patient student
just to watch her.

*
You also wanted
to be able to swim,
without knowing
the address to reach.

Slowly.

*
You learned to breathe by
counting every second,
measuring the distance
between places
with a wristwatch,
and with heartbeats.

*

You learned time didn’t wait for us.
It just followed its clock.
You carried the burden-
like how you carried 
your books, nights and griefs-
and you embraced it
and moved forward,
fell down,
balanced it,
but walked till the end.

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