Hours, days, months and years I walked,
Over dead leaves under creaking dry trees,
And oh! The soles of my feet so hot I feared lighting the dry leaves.
Fear! It gripped me-like and a giant,
I trembled, choked and sweated allover,
Ripped off the shirt of my soul and my heart was bare;
like an open sore near a furnace.
I was halfway the journey,
Equal distance to and fro…but the fear-
The fear of burning myself with the soles of my feet in a land so bare!
and the dry trees creaked mockingly.
The sun,it stood there, glaring and daring me to take a move;
forth or backwards-
And that would be a step to my judgement day!