The Light

Misty, cold, dark
Walking on unknown path
All alone
With crumbled self
Through endless nights
And unseen days
No one could I see by side
Could have succumbed but not I 
Some sense of faith yet prevailed
Gliding through my hopeless mind
Steered it to the heart
An unseen spark, to spot
Which fired my eyes to light. 

by Purnima Manhas

Comments (1)

nice poem. a soul seeking for salvation.loved it.