Our Walk

Through the push-pull
doors,
Near the garbage,
Taking the right
when all move ahead
We complete our circle
of loo times and lunch ends
before we move to our desk

Our walk of a year and a half

With cups in our hands
and a pouch of coffee
or tea bags
Through the winding corridors
and lanes,
prying eyes turned our way
we walk and start
the vending machine's march

Our walk of some days and hours

Choosing the grassy path
with pebbles to add
we ambled to the class
or bunked and drove away far
to see the gujju land

Our walk, 2 years back

If i go to where it starts
through the roads
of memories past
through rocky lands
and sandy ones
It is always us, and its our walk...