At The End Of The Way

Written at the age of 15. My first poem,hence thought of starting my journey with this.

                                                        AT THE END OF THE WAY

While entering a road,

I see it going through a long distance,

Dont know what is at the end

Still an impulse to find

End is visible ,though not known

It can be imagined 

Yet cant seen

Its all possibility and chances.

Fear surrounds me obvious ones

The light never diminished

That funny beam of confusion,

Let it guide.

Funny it is

What is not known,is to be feared

But what if knowing is fear itself?

So lets find out.

Author's Note

Written at the age of 15.
My first poem,hence thought of starting my journey with this.