The Unending Steps
The steps are in front of me
Stretching out further
Than can be fathomed
In both the dimensions.
I squint my eyes, yet the end
of the steps I cannot see!
Not just the length stretch, but the width too
and with no move would lessen!
I try to be free
To get liberated
Yet, the stairs would always greet
And I am not getting any seasoned.
Whom am I going to meet?
As I head, I question, I try to reason!
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