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At 19, I had a dream. There’s two-way road.
Mysterious. Silent. Other with deafening sounds.
I turned my torch on. Observing things around.
Where am I? It’s midnight. I’m nowhere to be found.
I checked my phone. And it’s empty.
I’m perplexed and have no money.
Observing. Listening. And I was thinking.
I hiked, hiked and I hiked
I saw one tree with tiny board.
Welcome to Jungle! Animals were horrible.
Lion. He looked at me intently. He wanted to bite.
Hairy. Sharp shining teeth. He’s coming.
I shivered with fears. But I didn’t run.
Snow was falling. And I carry on walking.
Tiger's behind me. I was nervous.
But I didn’t run. I was sick.
I was hiking like forever.
And deadliest animals were everywhere.
The elephants. Mosquitoes. Polar bears. Everywhere!
I had a fight with them.
Stamped me. Bite me and hit me.
I was dying, but I carry on walking.
At last, I spotted little light towards the end.
I moved fast, so fast and fast.
Then I read the board saying,
'A man with courage, determination and faith will often achieve his dreams!'
Now, I'm proud and smiling.
Copyright @2011. Lanzskie. All rights reserved.
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