Chasing...

Shaanvi Rai
Jun 13, 2025
1 min read

I walk to you

And walk some more

I try to reach,

But, end up on the floor.

You are ambition,

Validation

And a bucket of hope.

I tremble as I start to grope,

You slip away from my fingers once more,

So close to touch,

Much too far to own.

How much longer

To run and run?

My calloused hands,

My feet are torn.

I crawl to you

And then I know

Fulfilment is not to be chased,

It is simply found on its own.

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