- Jigyasa Giri
That Island Beyond

Have you ever walked a countless miles
Tired to the bone without stopping a while
And finally arrived at the step of your home
To learn that you have not a key to the door?
Have you dug a tunnel through boulders for years
In the knowledge of standing on soft morning grass
And finally broken through the last of the stones
Only to find a dark forest of thorns?
Have you battled rough seas or floated on still waters
Torn yet aimless with no sight of a shore?
And then through a mist of memories bygone
Have you spotted a wondrous island beyond?
And coming alive rowed like never before
With an urgency to stretch on cool sands under trees
Only to find the island submerged?
Oh yes! I have all of these done
Oh yes! I have cried, shattered and stung.
But a faceless form, it urges me on
And I keep alive the call of my core
To walk, to dig, to row some more
For what I must have before I am gone...
The key to my home
The soft grass to stand on
The stretch on cool sands on that island beyond.