THE MILESTONE

Moving slowly,
Watching the steps,
Attended and focused,
Towards one way,
Shielded with pride,
Armed with power,
Looking ahead;
As it just felt,
Reminding me of, the journey ahead,
As I gasped at the milestone.

The memoirs speak,
Blinks, blushes and blesses,
As unturned by itself ,
But turning the pages,
Of mystic tales
Of hardships and struggles
Of acclaiming the destined station
Standing firm,
The monument calls itself the milestone……

Tanya Ghosh
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