Everyday poems

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Arrive at final goal, sweating,

panting – exhilarated.

The strived for moment.

Final barrier closed, but unlocked.

Lean all your weight against

its solid resistance.

First glimmer of light breaks

through splinter slim gap,

opening, cracking apart.

Heart leaps with bright first ray,

dancing particles in sunny light

as gate creaks slowly wide.

Delight and relief flood in,

sweet satisfaction as your gaze

falls on new landscape.

But now you see –

there are three paths,

each with forks and bends,

with potholes,

broken cobble stones,

indecipherable signs.

Unexpectedly you face not a single

smooth path but again a blurred

choice and no map.

Dhaka 2014