“Traveler, paths are not there to tread
They are made by walking”
I jumped as I got to read
As if Einstein was himself talking
In the wake of that line
I made a self-abiding promise
That I shall live a life of mine
And the way shall be made without compromise
A path that might have thorns
And at times I may see flowers blossom
But, it shall be one that I shall make on my own
And keep walking till the end where my soul rejoices
They are made by walking”
I jumped as I got to read
As if Einstein was himself talking
In the wake of that line
I made a self-abiding promise
That I shall live a life of mine
And the way shall be made without compromise
A path that might have thorns
And at times I may see flowers blossom
But, it shall be one that I shall make on my own
And keep walking till the end where my soul rejoices
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