And yet, they keep on walking, maybe slowly, sometimes draggingly
And yet, they keep on walking, in the direction in which the heart points, however convoluted
And yet, they keep on walking, and trust that the sane head will protect them from the thorns and the storms
And yet, they keep on walking, even as they climb the same snow-capped treacherous mountain, thrice
And yet, they keep on walking, believing only in the map imprinted by their determined hearts
And yet, they keep on walking, only knowing the direction and not the physical destination,
maybe slowly,
sometimes draggingly,
and yet, they keep on walking
~Rishika Sudhir Dhody
