The Winding Staircase

Amartya,

Our life was like a winding staircase,

 It would twist and turn but still descend downward.

At certain moments the trifle issues would drive us to get a grip on the  support. 

And sometimes it was easier to run down swiftly. 

But we never thought of running out of steps, until that day, when we were initiating our last turn before the landing.

©Jumbled Letters 2018.


Published by Amartya

From reflection to shadows, they all whisper silent tales.

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