And I face the sun

And I face the sun.

While a sweat trickles down, but dries off midway

I see the children toiling in the fields,

I see the workers in the mines.

The noise, the work, the chores - all dry up.

Amongst the maze that I had to climb down the mines

Which gave me moments of respite from the world above,

Only to realize that even there I tripped and fell… headlong.

I got to know the rocks below that withstood my fall.

The walls around me creaked, but didn’t give way.

I climbed, the soot caused the blur in my eyes.

I had left my dreams in the fallow fields which bore dust and hunger.

So I had no fears of losing my dreams. I climbed.

The skin came off my hands, I had to grasp the ladder.

Scratched, scarred, starved I climbed and stood.

The dawn gave way to the bright light

To which I stared right ahead…

… and I faced the sun.