Tunnel of Hope !

                                          

The trails wont last long yet she moved on along the faint path of hope, a tunnel she said was right in front of her, with a small light from the next corner, she moved and moved and moved and moved, but did she reach there ?

Her cheek bones were cold as the winter winds and she had never felt the warmth of sun for days. Every step was a battle field. Her clothes in rag and her shoes nearly tore into her foot alone. Beside her hope she had nothing. This was her glory days. The days of triumph. When she learned that life is a continuous walk. Her hope is her death nothing more. Yet, she moves along everyday. Why does she walk ?

The eyes never leave her side. The eyes that wants her skin, her flesh and her purity. This mad house is full of men. And her songs are merely lullaby for the gates of lust. A child she was, a women she is. Those wild flower, where are they now ?

Sinners are at times her brother, her lover, her son and her father. Sinners are all around. And her breast that feeds milk to her son, dries out in vein. So she becomes a sinner, she preys too. She preys herself. She is the bait. Laid down in disguise. Trying for desperate escape. And she has no other choice than to walk. Walking consoles her, walking makes her cold and warm. Walking makes her stand again. Walking shows her light. Her light at the end of tunnel. Her tunnel of hope !

So she walks, she walks alone !

*THE END*

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