TURNING POINTS

I was thirsty, but they knew not
Not alone them, none knew that
Not even I, to the extent I was

Water was there...Water every where
It was all around, though not crystal clear

But I was blind then, so I remained thirsty
None knew that
Not even I, to the extent I was

At this time, my friends started a game
'What it is....mirage or a pond
One has to find'

Alas ! It was my turn

But I was thirsty
None knew that
Not even I, to the extent I was

My parched lips and arid heart
Were day and night longing for few precious drops

I was out of senses
Unfit for a game

None knew that,
Not even I, to the extent I was

I lost and I was lost
When I woke back, but
I found myself at a turning point.

It was a game for some
Surely not for me

None knew that
Not even I, to the extent it was.

mashoodkk