Who will  help whom,

Each on of us is carrying

Our cross,

Fumbling, stumbling, wobbling

We walk across

The bridge

And trudge

Towards the wall

To be nailed,

Hoping

To be hailed

As  Maseeha,

By   posterity,

Struggling  eternally

Believing  in  futile strife

And  never  living

Our   own  life

                                          ~Sudha  Dixit

                                             Bangalore, India