Me

by Nitin Nargund

There stood a structure
which I called me
On a strong footing of faith
amidst the stones of reality.

Walls of opportunities made
from the bricks of desire
making a room for
doors and windows of inspire.

Columns of care
standing everywhere
And to reach the aim
an inviting stair.

Beams of challenges
each different from other
And an determined slab
ready for any weather.

And all the voids filled
with concrete of friendship
And all mortar in between
listing the promises to keep.

Plastered & painted
with colors of love
And full of joy
a water tank above.

And in every reinforcement
only humbleness to be found
reminding, let your structure grow
but your footing remains on ground.

07-Dec-2000

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