Imprint

Rocks are fed too high

Born to die in his hand,

Hard to fetch more in sky

I see what lies beyond this land.

I hold nothing much

For a living my own to cast

A home perhaps if I ask

Two hands more till the last.

May I nurture my garden

With my heart and love beside

Flowers to shower my burden

Keys to peace and wise where they reside.

Foremost I may walk a mile

To risk nothing but some pain.

A pursuit of happiness and smile

I would live a life with such gain.

Nothing is all I demanded

Since I was born in chaos and hatred

A never-ending race I was stranded

Till I found my legs where they get shredded.

A scene in every morning

Laughter and happy a family

May it last eternal since the beginning,

What else I need to die for, happily.

As I have my own terms

Loan for the task and begun

Part that falls and never harms

I pray for such imprint and just run.