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