But You Have To Walk On...



But You Have To Walk On...


 There comes a situation many times in life,
 You have to walk on, though life stays stop.
 For example walking to a class.
 The class is extremely boring, and you know it all,
 But you have to walk on...
 You are walking down the road and there are shops all around,
 Donned with Lays, Kurkure and others, begging you to come.
 The shopkeeper looks at you and you almost change directions,
 But you have to walk on...
 Next you encounter a bus stop, with no people at all,
 A bus comes purring and you have back away.
 It is your favorite bus, which leaves you on your doorstep,
 You almost stick your hand out to stop it,
 But you have to walk on...
Walking on you smell jalebi, someone making it on the side,
Money in your pocket starts jingling,
You are dragged towards the man,
But you have to walk on...
Then comes the class building,
 A big black notice with the name stares at you,
 You almost turn to the stairs,
 But you have to walk on...
 You see your friends gathered outside some door,
 Discussing and impatiently waiting for you,
 They become ecstatic when they see you,
 The McDonalds sign brings guilt in your mind,
 But you have to walk on...


                                                                                                           - Miheer Karandikar




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