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.
