Sir Frost said, miles to go before I sleep
How do I know there are miles?
If I run a meter and my heart goes beep
And faded become those smiles
Who knows how many miles remain?
What if I’m done after millimeters?
If my existence turns to- a mere name?
When they stop runnin’- my five litres
What if the miles I run, aren’t my route?
What if I take a wrong turn?
Would I find a returning commute?
Or again, do I need to run?
What if I run so much that I can’t sleep?
The engines of my mind go freezin’ ice
Do such miles count, so to speak?
Robbing the sparkly hue in my eyes
Oh, would I meet thieves on the roadside?
Stealing my inner peace and ‘me’?
Or can they pilfer the chaos inside?
Such pilfer friends, I’ll find, you see
What If I scale the miles during my sleep?
Wake up, to find me at the same blemish
Reality’s running and I’m still asleep?
Wake up! Fear’s nothing but a fetish
Even if a lone meter is ordained
We run the miles for the journey, indeed
Even if my aim, is not attained
It drives me to bleed and still lead
It’s time to go, I too need to run
Hiking up to the goal, I seek
Rightly did Sir Frost begun,
Miles to go before I sleep
Miles to go before I sleep