The wooden bench still finds itself there.
Phew!! I travelled back in time,
while sitting by the fountain
on a similar wooden structure;
only in the present,
I am half way across the globe.
Looking back through the prism of years,
I stumbled upon the old "Me";
A stubborn stupid kid,
driven by a sacred fire,
Waking up with the setting sun,
the memories of journey still vivid,
I found "him" in "me".
What about the "sacred fire"? You may ask!!
Who can vanquish the fire lit within!!
Many a hand tried but failed.
Many a hand await the same fate.