Infinite

I was treading on a path

Days were passing

As were nights

My path was getting narrow

Similar to the tip of an arrow

Hope was getting low

But I was stern

I proceeded with every turn

At last, the dead end had come

But, I wasn’t done

So, I covered the narrowest path

With difficulty

Without motivation

Alone

Ultimately, crossing it without determination

Again the path had started to become wide

It was a play

That god couldn’t hide

It was time for a sojourn

I halted on a side

I closed my eyes

imagined the pattern

It was a beautiful journey

Of ups and down

And, its pattern was

∞ (infinite) ……..