The Man behind a mankind

Each mountain had memories 
to unfold

And each stepping stone had a story to tell

About a man who lived
ages ago

Who enlightened the world
And forever to go..

Behind Lives

As I walk through the streets of life,

the roads were long and felt very narrow ,

the atmosphere suffocated all around.

People running behind their lives,

Some had a grip and

Some slipped a bit,

But none I saw sat behind.

High and ecstatic on a side,

Coats and bows were their pride.

Low and casual on the other side,

Kept their pace without leaving behind.

None had a choice

but to let life decide,

where to begin and

Where to explore.

Lands modernised

Thirteen feets above the ground,
i stood on the concrete floors of rock.
Watching the farthest land of men,
built with heights and
lights to attract.
Beautiful indeed are those views,
not a single tree blocked my sight,
not a single mountain left.
Man had vanished it with a blink of an eye.
Alone I stood for I had no pals,
nor could I engrave those in words.
For I saw beautiful of the sights,
Ocean of lights and land of heights.